Tears

I hate crying days. Crying should've ceased when talking became an option. For someone who talks so much, my little boy sometimes thinks crying is the only way. When he's in that zone he can't hear you and he can't reason with himself. It's a sad place, but not as scary or frustrating as it used to be.

We all carry things from our past with us. We may react to things based on our experiences, our perceptions and our upbringing. A child who lived almost four years in insecurity and with little training has more to carry.

The snuggles, the laughter, the ball playing, the excitement of the other days is great. Crying days are just hard and sad. There's no way out of the crying but to let it run it's full course. When his mind is clear he tries to reconcile the best way he knows. Let me say it clearly...he knows right and wrong. He knows "crying = consequences" and "obedience = blessings." He knows "whiners gets nothing" and "if you're crying, you're in your room."

He's a precious boy whose heart is up for grabs. I pray for the bondage of his past to be broken sooner rather than later. For his sake.

"I am the light of the world. Whoever follows Me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life."