They are loved.
They are safe.
So many words I have allowed to fill my mind, telling me to go this way or that. Conflicting opinions on healing the broken heart. Everyone’s an expert. Each one knowing the way.
As I spoke adoration and supplication over their cherub faces, he showed me.
I AM. . .
The Way.
Even now, I gain understanding. I AM is everything. The questions that arise, the confusion that lingers all have an answer, one answer.
Years I wasted searching for knowledge. Some good, some bad. Yet, the answer was always there. I knew it, we knew it, but we could not name it. Or did we. . . yes, we did. . . but we added.
No one comes to the Father except through Him.
Could it be the same with our earthly fathers?
Allow me to speak plainly.
Knowing that our children would have difficulties, I have researched and implemented advice from multiple faculties. I have refused to believe that broken hearts could not be healed. I believed that the brain could change. I have hoped for and witnessed miracles. I have MRI’s to prove it. Even more important, I have little lives proving it everyday.
People have asked me for my opinion, as if I have a recipe for attachment. Secretlly, I laugh knowing how imperfect we really are. Just because a heart is healing, does not mean it is whole. It is often a burden difficult to bear, wanting to help yet feeling so far from the end myself. I am running this race to the finish and it is far from over.
Yet, this I know. The success we have is because of Jesus and only because of him. For he is truly the way to the Father. I now know he is also the way to dad and mom and to the children.
Speaking, reading, singing, being Jesus is the way to their hearts. Being Jesus. . . the one who gives up his life. Showing them what true love is. Setting my self aside. No, throwing my self into the depths never to return so that He alone lives in me and He is all they see.
Easy?
No way.
Still, all things are possible through HIM.
It began with seeing my own broken heart. It’s hard to miss when you stare in the face of a mirror, another broken heart. A force stirs you to turn away, run away from the truth. Eventually, you have to face it or you die. As painful as it has been, facing my own broken heart has allowed Christ to tear away the layers, exposing the beauty within. I pray that he never stops. The hurtful words I have believed and the sins I have committed against myself are the ugly layers he is taking away. He is the beauty inside of me. With each layer he removes, more of him is revealed.
And they see it.
They know. He is here.
They are safe.
They are loved.And they heal.
Because He is The Way.
I AM.
