SPIRITUALLY SPEAKING
DEAR LORD:
Dedicated with Love: by Scott Sepanek (Author)
A child was noticed the other day as they walked the hurried streets of the populated city. Closely clutching to the benevolent hand of their parent, they strolled the crisp air of an early summer morn. Unaware of any malignant force were they that a sparkle glinted from their eyes to the newness of life. Absorbed as it were to the beauty of it all.
It was this scene that got this author to marvel and appreciate their child like faith so pure, pristine and young. How can you describe something that has as its roots no chronological foundation or measurement of time but just the steady swirl of discovering what is right up ahead. No past, just present with a future devoid of worries. Or at least to them they just trust with a child like faith that their future is secure.
They know not the finer aspects of argument, greed, envy, lies or lust for power in the tiny body they possess. They just want someone to love them, to hold them and to appreciate them with care. Walking down the street becomes an adventure highlighted with discovery when a dog or cat crosses their path or a bird chirps their presence in a nearby tree.
But alas, they grow older when the ravages of time start to take hold. Their faith is battered and stressed and stretched to the limit. Pain starts to set in with the failings that may have caused them to stumble or cry out or beg for help. They may become lonely or tired or hurt in the street that they drive. Trying to get to work or find a job to keep them or their family alive. As they walk down that brutal road and hold the hand of their young son or daughter that they have replaced, they look up at the sky and say with a prayer-
Please God, don't let this happen to them.