I was in an awful dream involving some pungent oder I could not leave. I woke to discover my daughter laying next to me, bits of the brown stuff laying beside her. I quickly stumbled out of bed to grab wipes and discovered a trail of it, beginning at my sheets and traveling down the hall to the bathroom floor. At 1AM it was almost more than I could handle.
Finally finishing the clean up, I crawled into bed beside my girl and asked what happened. Her sweet reply:
“I’m so sorry mom! I couldn’t find the stool (she cannot reach the toilet without it). I’m so sorry mom!”
My heart immediately went out to my sweet little two year old who had tried so hard to make it in time. She was so sorry, upset, for something in no way her fault.
I held her close to me and explained everything was fine. She closed her precious eyes, falling back into her dreams.
I laid there, suddenly feeling an overwhelming heartache. I began to think of other children, ones who would not have been treated so kindly after the incident. Ones who would have trembled in fear.
My heart broke for them that night. It is still breaking today. I cannot get them off my mind. When I look at my own sweet loves, the mere thought of someone treating them with cruelty makes me sick to my stomach.
To the precious ones who are not met with cuddles and reassurance, to the sweet faces who know not what love even means: how I long to wrap you up, far away from the pain and sorrow. My heart screams for you to know how much your really worth, how amazing and special are are.
The ones who tell or show you otherwise, they are unworthy of you. You deserve so much more–a world of love and happiness, of security and laughter.
I weep for you, and yet what good are my tears?
I am praying for you, praying with everything in me that someway, somehow you will find love. You will be rescued by the arms of one who longs to give you the world you deserve.
How could anyone be so cruel, so evil?
God of all that is good and just, send someone I pray.
Someway, somehow, send a rescuer.