Over years I have learned how deep God blessed my love for His children, small, little, big, and great. Though, it is in this time of humanity when such love is misunderstood and beaten against ill will and fear. Yet, even so, I starve for the blessing of young life to know their Father's Love, I thirst for His overwhelming spirit that it may pour out of me to others. And I only fear, the enemy may take my King's heirs that they may not know their home and kin.
With such depth dwelling love, I find myself able to assist parents, be mindful of others, and be free as a child in their midst. Yet, in the wake of their pain, I devote protection, I their sorrow, I carry their comfort, and in their fear, I stand their strong tower.
And as I watch these children of my Lord above, I imagine a life blessed with my own and fear the wrath and agony that my soul may not be strong enough to endure at the side of our heavenly King. Though, no parent desires the loss or pain to their child, it comes challenging our strength, testing our faith, and blinding our trust. With such sincerity I long to know such love as my Father has for me, while fearing the caving of my soul when challenged.
It is for this reason, I trust my Father and King for not bestowing me with such a blessing, for he knows my heart and continues to bless me beyond my worth. If I should ever be granted stewardship of his children I shall know it is His will, and His awareness of my worthiness to care, love, and behold His greatest gift of life more abundantly in Him.
For this childlike trust, my loss is my blessing, Amen.
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