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Tuesday, April 19, 2011

We Two Are Broken



Living/working in a children's home, I hear a lot of he-said/she-said.  There are mounds of wounded hearts.  Kids that lash out and thrash the tender ones, so many words that pierce.

And now, its my own tender girl that’s being accused of hurtful words.  I confront her, gently… and she crumples in hot tears… “I didn’t say that!”  How could I think she would say that?  And my mother-heart is aching… I sure hope not.  But I don’t know… it’s purely a matter of who-ya-gonna-believe and a whole host of questions without answers. 

Its fear, I know, that I haven’t done a good enough job.  That somewhere within, my own children might think its acceptable to hurt back when they’ve been hurt.  To take an eye for an eye.  To hold the world at arm’s distance to shelter themselves from being crushed by the weight of the brokenness.

And I plead with her… “Remember?  What do we give in return, dear girl?  What do we do when they hurt us?”

“Love.”

Yes.  Love.

And I know its not easy and I whisper prayers to have the words to teach her and the actions to teach without words and I frantically search my own life … did she observe this behavior in me?  Did the thick black dust cloud of brokenness, in this place, blow off of me and cover her Christ-heart, fogging up her ability to forgive, to turn the other cheek?  Did she follow in my footsteps, somewhere along the line, and find selfish, gaping holes where sandaled-feet should have been?  Did she learn how to hurt others… from me?

And I know, did or didn’t, it doesn’t really matter.  Because whether these words were hers or not this time, she will utter words that hurt.  Deny Her very Savior with little-girl head games and the wanting of her own way in this life.  Because it is her nature.  Because she was born of man and broken flesh and she lives amongst so many results of sin and ugliness.  And so was I.  And so do I.

But she is redeemed… and so am I.  And I long for her to know and me to know that we are not those ugly words.  And we do not need to use ugly words because we are daughters of the Most High, and we have been given Another Way. 

Together, we remember.  What Love would have done… how to think His way, next time.  How to lift wounds to heal wounds, how to forgive through love that is not of this world.  We remember how the road to the cross resembles the well-worn path to a friend’s door and the stone-throwers along the way, and we two girls on knees together resolve again to be life-givers instead.

8 comments:

  1. Because she was born of man and broken flesh and she lives amongst so many results of sin and ugliness.

    i love your beautiful heart, dear cara.

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  2. So many influences in our modern life, some inspired and divine, others incipient. You're doing a fabulous job, Cara.

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  3. This is a beautiful picture of loving a daughter--and others--towards Christ.

    I found your blog through Ann Voskamp. Thank you for your words and your heart. Your daughter is blessed and so am I! -- Godspeed, Elizabeth

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  4. This is what I dread, the day when my girl reveals my own weaknesses and the places where I fail. There are so many sins that have been passed on through the generations in my family, and I desperately want to shield my daughter from them.
    But if I were perfect, if I could keep her perfect, then neither of us would need Christ, would we? And His wonderful, beautiful redemption would never be played out in our lives. I wouldn't be able to lead her or she lead me to Christ, to the cross, once again. Your story actually makes me look forward to those days. :)

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  5. So often I hear myself in my kids and it's hard not to bear the weight of guilt. I have to daily bow in humility and ask God to reach their hearts in spite of me. I really appreciated and relate to your post. Thanks for sharing!

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  6. I know this too well. When those moments come, and my words pass through their lips, I am stung. My conviction and redeeming, all through God's perfect and undeserved grace. What a difficult thing it is, to strive to be perfect, to strive to be more like him... Thank you for this, Blessings to you and your family, this Easter and always.

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  7. I so love, "What do we do when they hurt us?" "Love" - I've tried to teach that to my sons - but never so beautifully, simply as you just did! I don't want to say, "I can't wait to use this answer" - 'cause I don't want my children to be hurt - but I am ready! Thanks for blessing me!

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  8. I so love, "What do we do when they hurt us?" "Love" - I've tried to teach that to my sons - but never so beautifully, simply as you just did! I don't want to say, "I can't wait to use this answer" - 'cause I don't want my children to be hurt - but I am ready! Thanks for blessing me!

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Your comments are such an encouragement. Thank you for sharing your valuable words.