You who wander in your maze of frustration and doubt.
child, scurrying through the dark cavern of your uncertainty, exploring the
the distant images that are your dreams.
by the dark raven of your fears.
How do I
reach you across the barrier of time, the wide river between where you are and
where I've been?
filled with all the energies and uncertainties of your youth.
filled with the experiences of my age.
back to you down the road of life and cry out, "take my hand, I know the
to me an cry, "No. You don't understand."
no room within you for the knowledge from my passage down the same dark road you
now must travel. The great lie of
generations has been passed on once again. "I am too unique, my problems are too different from
those that you once faced. How
could I ever profit from anything that you could say?"
scream out my frustration to the stars. "Don't
I recall how I refused what those who preceded me once offered.
How very much like the me of my youth you are.
How I wish I could protect you from the things that are to come.
But I can't. For the only lessons truly learned are those that the hard
teacher of life will give you. Experience
has never come from words. Maturity
has never flowered from the mere seeds of ideas heard.
And in my
discovery of that age old truth, the God who is my strength and my protector,
whispers in my ear, "The child is Mine.
Let Me be the guide. You,
for all that time and I have taught you cannot be the source of all the child
will need in this life. Only I can
be that. Leave them in My hands.
I only require of you to give this child My love.
And in the love you give, the child will discover Me.
For I am love."
me, dear child of God, for trying to be more than I was meant to be.
You must bear the standard of your youth; wage your wars and earn your
own victories. But when the battles
are too much for you; when you feel ready to retreat; let me help you.
Help you out of all the love that God has given me for you.
A brief safe haven from the raging war of life.
A short respite from your striving.
If I can't be your champion then let me be your page.
I will bind your wounds, shine up your armor, repair your weapons and
watch over you until your time to go has come.
release you when there are more battles to be won.
And I will wait. Just as God has always loved and waited for me. He is the one who truly is your champion and much more. The one who has been and will always be with you, no matter where the ebb and flow of life may take you.
And I will always be here - waiting - till I am needed.