February Twentieth; The Tears of a Child

It could have been a very trying hour, but it reminded me and taught me something important.

Today was my Sunday this month to help out in the nursery at church. Two and three year old kids can be amazing, but they can be difficult as well. If we allow. We only had two this morning. One who was having a chatterbox day and was also happy to play with Lego type blocks. Building a majestic tower or city only to send it crashing to the table. The nursery area is far enough away from the sanctuary that the noise isn’t heard. At one point I was playing with play dough making a snowman and kitty for him to demolish. Again and again, he thought he was thwarting my creative efforts, not realizing I was keeping him busy and a bit quieter.

The other child, unhappy to be separated from their parents cried. A lot. As in non stop crying. As in how are you not making yourself sick crying. Crocodile tears rolling down saturated cheeks as they cried for mommy. No matter what question you asked, the answer was mommy. There was nothing or no one who was going to distract them from their desire for mommy. Another lady came over and took the child to walk the hallway. They had dealt with this the previous Sunday. No matter what was said, no matter what promise was made, no matter how many times we told them mommy would be back soon, the crying continued.

Finally, when services were finished, mom appeared. No more tears, no crying. Arms went straight up as mom drew them close. They were no longer apart, no longer separated from the one they know loves them and will be there to take care of them.

Imagine if you will, how it would be, if we as children of God, would desire His presence that strongly? What  if we longed that desperately to be close to Him?  Knowing that being close to Him, feeling His presence would make everything alright. If we find ourselves in a situation where we know, without question, that it is Him we need to help us. When we pray and feel His presence fill us, and we know, all is well.

I watched the gentle smile on the child’s mother’s face as she held her now content and happy child. I would imagine, that when we draw close to God, when we depend on Him, talk with Him, trust in Him, and love Him as Father God, Creator and Protector, He feels that same contented happiness. His children drawing close with love.

There are a lot of things in this world and life that I do not understand. I can’t explain why God allows some things to happen. It isn’t for me to understand. I know that He knows of my confusion and sadness over painful events.  I do know that it isn’t for me to understand all, but to trust completely in Him. To believe that all things, even the ones we do not comprehend, will work out to His glory. I do know, that our knowledge is limited, His is infinite, seeing past, present and future all at once. I know, that no matter what I may do, His love for me never falters or diminishes.

It is my desire, that when I feel moments of fear, of sadness, of loneliness, that I reach for Him. That when I am struggling with things of this life, I seek Him desperately. Content only when I have drawn close into His love and shelter. Allowing His love to dry every tear that falls from this Child of His.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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6 Responses to February Twentieth; The Tears of a Child

  1. John says:

    Wonderful post, Rebecca. 🙏🏻 The child has a major case of separation anxiety, wow!

    • Yes, that’s true. The lady who joined us was able to calm them somewhat but one wrong word and it was on again. I felt so helpless. Mom is aware though and from the conversation I believe is working on it. I’ve seen other kids go through the same thing and the more they were in the nursery, and what ever the parents were doing away from church was making a big difference. I’m sure mom will get this child calmed and more assured as time passes.

  2. Wise Hearted says:

    Very good post Rebecca. I use to tell those Mom’s whose child cried the whole time in the nursery that it was their way of showing love. Hard on the nerves for those who have to listen to it because usually it’s only Mom who can quiet them.

  3. I have definitely been there when working with the younger ones. That’s why God blessed us with Patience.

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