The Tears of the Children

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He is sobbing. He hugs his knees and wails. "I miss my mom. I just want my mom." I hug him. He says, "She isn't coming back. She has to work and isn't home. I hate it. I Hate It."
I rub his back. I squeeze his finger. "She will come back. She loves you, because you're her son."
His sobbing quietly continues. I want to take him home, and never let him see hurt again. I want to protect his heart from the world. "We're almost home. It will be ok."
"But she's not at home! I just want my mom!" He sobs into his knees, realizing that home is no longer.
"I am sorry. It will be ok. She still loves you." I hold him, quietly crying with him.
Jesus says, "Bring him to me. I will carry him. I will heal him. I will wipe his tears away, giving him hope and love instead of sadness. I will show him what love is, and how to fill the hole in his heart."
Jesus, please protect his heart. Hold him in your hand, as you have promised.

Worth the People

I have been thinking about relationships. Are they really worth it?
They say the closer someone is to you, the easier it is to get hurt. And I know this. You don't have to have a broken relationship to find this out.
So why do we all do it? It hurts. Why do we make ourselves vulnerable to the pain in our hearts? Relationships are beautiful. Through them I have been encouraged, I have grown, I have learned. But sometimes I wonder.
Why do I pursue relationships that are fading? Why do I keep contact with a friend, knowing that in the end, it will come to nothing? Why do I keep calling someone to talk, when we both know that our relationship is going nowhere? Why do I even try to connect with a friend, when I know that it's more work than it's worth?
It hurts when you're so close to someone, you feel everything. The worst part is when they have no idea how they might be hurting you, and you don't have the heart to tell them.
Relationships are hard. They take work and time and effort, and that's not easy. So why do so many people spend their entire lives pursuing relationships?

My Creation

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They ask me what I do. I tell them I create. I create art. My favorite art is painting. I will let you judge how good I am. I love the paintings I create, but then again, I am the painter. Some are prettier than others. Some are dark and eerie. Some are a little flawed. But I think each one is beautiful. I create different masterpieces. Never have I made any one the same. I think they are more beautiful this way, and it makes them more special and valuable.
I love my paintings. Every single one of them, even though some seem more beautiful than others. To me, they are all of the same value, and they are all special. I don't care how ugly or how boring it looks to others, but I think it is valuable, because I made it.
I don't love my paintings because of anything they have done, how they look, how valuable they are to others, or what they are used for. I love them, because I created them. I designed them exactly like I wanted them. I made them perfect in my plan, so I love them. Nothing they could ever do would make me love them less.
My paintings are the favorite part of art for me. But I create other art as well. Like sculpting. I also sculpted the universe. But my paintings are the most special to me.