Most Precious Spirit. . .
Why do I resist you so?
You embrace me---
And like a little scared child,
I wiggle and squirm
And push you away--
Laughing as I
Run off the play. . .
Skinning my knees as I stumble and fall
Along the way.
I laugh. . .
At first.
Then I fall down again. . .
And again.
Finally, I cry. . .
"God--
This is supposed to a GAME.
Why isn't it more FUN?
Why does it hurt so much to fall down?
Why is there so much PAIN?
Why is getting back up so HARD?"
Then, I turn around and you aren't there.
Or, at least, I can't see you through my tears.
I feel angry and confused.
So-- you reach out and touch me,
In my Heart,
To get my attention.
I crawl back up on Your knee
And You comfort me
Again-- as You always have.
Knowing I will squirm away again
And run to play.
Giggling as I wipe away my tears.
Remembering that You love me,
No matter what.
