September 2, 2011

head splitting and heartbreaking

  I very much wish I were in bed. It's been a long week, an even longer day and I just watched the date switch to September 2nd. Midnight.  I think I'm coming to the realization that I can't just come home from work at 10:30 and go to bed. My body would let me, but my heart refrains.

  I wanted so badly to take two little souls home with me tonight. To rock them both to sleep - make sure they were loved and cared for like they should be. As tired as I am I would be jumping out of bed in the morning to be there when they woke up just so they would know there was security and loving arms in their little lives. What I wouldn't give to have them here all day to play with, to feed, to cuddle....to be there when those first smiles come on their precious faces.............. If only I could have brought them home. 
  
  While the ringing in my head from screaming children is finally subsiding, I know the memory of those filthy, grasping hands and trembling body never will. I held that little soul for 3 hours tonight. Scared to death, they just couldn't let go - not because it was me, but because they couldn't afford to lose the only security they had found. It's so heartbreaking to see a child so traumatized and in such distress. 

  Our God has so rightfully put it that true religion is to care for the widows and orphans.....

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