Healing Love 

She was standing there on the outside stairs, halfway up, crying out her heart with a hurt much too big for that small two year old heart. From out our front door 15 feet away, I was watching her for a moment; then as our eyes met. I raise my hand and pointed right at her to fix her attention, without any expression on my face. She gazed through her tears, no doubt wondering what would happen next. As I walked toward her, her crying began to subside. I took her little hand into mine and our eyes continued focused on each others’ as I held her hand. I kissed it with eyes meeting between several kisses. I visualized God’s love coming to her and strengthening her heart. I continued thus for a bit, as my eyes were filled with love and emotion, almost crying, conveying to her the love and compassion God has for her. She drank it all in, seeming to get a fill of love, confidence, and strength. A small dog came up to her on her right side and a larger dog on her left, with their noses coming close to me. On my level, I began to back off as she began to focus on the dogs and began to stroke one of them and breaking out with a smile at them. I withdrew and she in a moment scampered up the stairs, no doubt running to her mother, or at least to play in the house, having no doubt experienced the love of God that enabled her to face her little life with new strength and hope.