I remember being in group therapy and how our counselor did not like it when anyone tried to stop the flow of tears by handing a tissue. I have never had the problem of not being able to cry. I was told all my life to “Stop that crying…” I was told I was too sensitive, that I took things too personally. Then God gave me a beautiful, sensitive daughter. And I knew how to love her. All I had to do was tell her all the things I wish were said to me.
One time in particular I was going to the store and the neighbor was going to watch Jessie. My neighbor had two little girls so it was a perfect match. As I left and got in my car, I felt nudged to go back and check on Jessie. When I got there she dissoved in tears.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as gently as I could.
“I…wanted…to give…you…a hug..” she managed to say between heavy sobs.
“Oh, I would LOVE a hug,” I told her and proceeded to wrap my arms around this little 3 year old with the huge heart.
At that, she skipped away.
As I returned to my car I heard God whisper, “That was you, but no one came back.” And I knew it was a gift I was given when God gave me Jess. And that I would heal as I raised this little flower.