My heart is ripped in two as I talk with my student about God's grace. It is obvious this child has not been shown grace from the people in her life. She knows not of it's power. It means nothing to her.
Her family "looks good" on the outside, she says. Her parents "hold hands at church" but at home, biting, angry words are what define them. "They hate each other". Empty eyes stare at me. What do I say?
Lord, give me words.
I can not fix this life. I can not undo years of mixed messages and confusion. This child does not see you when she says your Name. She does not hear your love when I say your Name.
Lord, open her ears.
One thing out of the mouth and another thing in action equals hypocrisy. Equals confusion.
Lord, touch her heart.
May I gently, diligently, sincerely - and with humility... live a life that mirrors what I teach my children about you.
May I not let any words come from my lips that have not already erupted from my heart.
May I pray for this sweet child. Lord, give me words. Open her ears. Touch her heart.
Lord, teach me, I pray.