The Precious Child


The precious child, so fragile and tiny. The tiny bones are like a miniature glass animal. Knock it over – CRASH! – and it breaks.

All precious children break in some way. Can they be put back together? Some never are, but others heal with the glue of supportive friends, healing modalities, and the power of a loving God.

Most precious children grow up to be in a big body, and their tiny self resides within their heart.

They go forth together. Both precious, forevermore.

 

Image – https://openclipart.org/detail/311278/jumping-child-silhouette

 

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