As she looked up, I saw that tears streamed down her cheeks. She pointed to her tears and pointed to mine and then said, "sad." Then I really began to cry at the beauty of my little girl's heart ( I'm a crier...a weeper at times!). She touched my cheeks and then touched hers and just kept saying, "sad."
At first I panicked and felt like I should stop and act like everything was ok and honestly I could not help but smile and cheer up with that little face and those little pigtails in front of me. We then moved on to playing trains and building tunnels (or I should say I built tunnels and Georgia scream YEAH and knocked them down!) As we have gone through the day Georgia has had her share of tears (usually while in the 'time-out' chair for whacking her brother over the head with her sippy cup or pinching her sister)...each time she has pointed to them and said , "sad."
Yep, sometimes there are tears at our house!
Now, I realize what a gift that tender heart is. I have prayed so many times for our kids to deeply know and understand the compassion of Christ...that it would saturate their very souls. The only way for them to understand compassion is for them to understand sadness and pain. So many times I want to shield them and yet in moments like today I get a glimpse of the true beauty in their hearts and what they can bear and hold and I cannot wait to see all that God has in store for their precious hearts. It also makes me wonder how much I miss of God's heart when I shy away from things that are uncomfortable. Am I willing to go to those places to see, feel and know God's heart better? I don't want to miss out on even an ounce of Him so I pray that He will guide me even where I may not want to go....