A boy I know..
There is a boy I know, who with his little hands tries to hold the fabric of his family together. One day, while I was over, he hushed, with a tremendous hush, the heated discussions his mother and father was having over something small.
What I love about this boy, is that he tries to hold his messed up, dysfunctional family together. And days will pass, the pages will turn, and the little boy will grow up to a man still holding on to something that is tattered and torn. No matter, he will try. He'll try with all his might to hold the bricks of the beautiful house together, intact, so that the world outside will not see the caved in ceiling and the leaking roof. What the boy does not realize is that it will come crashing down. It always does. One blow of the nasty wolf and the house will crash.
And he will still try to hold the pieces together with his hands until his hands blister and bleed. The day will come, that he won't be able to hold his family intact. Mother and Father will cry and he won't be able to still their cries. still their desperation.
And this little boy who has held the treads that once composed the tapestry of his family will hand over his family to Jesus. He will intercede for his broken house. And hand the broken down walls of his home to Christ. He'll hand it into the mighty hand of Christ. Christ with power and a strength so great will repair the damage of their once beautiful home.
Know the best part? The little hands that once held so tightly to ripped fabric of their lives, those hands will be held by the mighty hands of God.
What I love about this boy, is that he tries to hold his messed up, dysfunctional family together. And days will pass, the pages will turn, and the little boy will grow up to a man still holding on to something that is tattered and torn. No matter, he will try. He'll try with all his might to hold the bricks of the beautiful house together, intact, so that the world outside will not see the caved in ceiling and the leaking roof. What the boy does not realize is that it will come crashing down. It always does. One blow of the nasty wolf and the house will crash.
And he will still try to hold the pieces together with his hands until his hands blister and bleed. The day will come, that he won't be able to hold his family intact. Mother and Father will cry and he won't be able to still their cries. still their desperation.
And this little boy who has held the treads that once composed the tapestry of his family will hand over his family to Jesus. He will intercede for his broken house. And hand the broken down walls of his home to Christ. He'll hand it into the mighty hand of Christ. Christ with power and a strength so great will repair the damage of their once beautiful home.
Know the best part? The little hands that once held so tightly to ripped fabric of their lives, those hands will be held by the mighty hands of God.
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