making whole
a little girl sits at the foot of her Father, a map of the world in her hands. and it hurts in places she's never felt before, hurts with a desperation she can't understand.
she runs her fingers over the borders, completely lost for what to say.
and seeing the girl with no place to put her grief, the Father prompts her to pray.
so she hands the map to her Father and hopes the hurt will start to heal, knowing that the grief that is in her heart is only a glimpse of what her Father must feel.
the little girl sits at the foot of her Father, telling Him all that she's can't control-just a fragment of a broken story
He is busy making whole.