There was a little girl who prayed to God for a whole family.
No more arguing, no more fights; just love.
Love like they talked about in the meeting they sent her to on Sunday.
She never understood it,
Until she started thinking about her family.
God knew that what she wanted, may cause the eventual demise…
And nodded his assent,
And watched, as humans, so full of themselves
Tore their worlds apart and peace was the farthest thing from their hearts
Everyone hurting, everyone suffering, no one strong enough to
Come above their pain, to grab a piece of peace.
And that little girl…prayed and asked God to part their ways.
That if this, is what family meant, then please dear God, let it forever sever.
He cried with her that night.
For she was the only one, in her pain, to acknowledge that perhaps, there was a more perfect way…
I’ve been guilty of being the little girl in the story above. Desiring what looks right, holding fast to what might not actually be…best for me. But I leaned totally on my own ways, words, mental limitations. And I didn’t care to deeply consult God because, good things are from God…but, there’s always a more perfect way.
I am learning patience.
I am learning grace.
I have peace and will never compromise
That to get
What eventually may not be quite right.