and He took the children in his arms, placed His hands on them and blessed them. -MARK 10:16
God, what a thought:
that You could take our kids in Your arms and touch them, hold them, bless them.
oh how we long for that
We have seen our kids suffer too long
from the strangeness of growing up in a plague,
from worries that they can’t even articulate,
from things they don’t even realize aren’t there.
God, our kids need a school experience that works,
that feeds their growing minds,
and provides safety for body and soul.
Blessed are we, their parents,
who crawl up into Your lap (for we are Your children too)
and ask You God, please come and bring this pandemic to an end.
And in the meantime,
help us keep learning ourselves,
and creatively support them, their schools and their teachers.
that our kids might grow up beautifully,
like You, full of grace and truth.
Take your kid in your arms. in this moment, love is enough. for both of you.
-Kate Bowler
Blessed are we, living in this small space, in these bodies we now inhabit, within the walls of circumstance, in these short years and finite strength, and with these eyes that see only so far. We are fragile, contingent beings.
Yet blessed are we, recognizing that it is our limits as well as our gifts that can shape the natural contours of what is possible, that guide us to what is ours to do.
Blessed are we when it is not our greatness that speaks, but our littleness. For it is our vulnerability that is the truest thing about us, the place where mutual connection is possible, where competition ends and community begins.
And oh how blessed are we in our fragility and dependence and brokenness, knowing that You, O God, hold all things together.
There is no cure for being human…but for each other, we are all good medicine.
-Kate Bowler
