Glimpses of a Child’s Heart
Words reveal my son’s heart. They take me by surprise. Not because the words are a surprise, but because such words are held. Reserved for times of need. Reserved for the unexpected.
I understand. I once knew that posture. Rare glimpses of true self revealed–to parents. A breaking away. Becoming self. Carefully choosing what is shown.
I long to know his heart. But, I understand. And so, I wait for the glimpses and rejoice in them.
I think: God must feel this way. He must long to know us. True selves. All of us. The deeply hidden. The unmentionable. The heart and soul.
He waits. Patiently. If I will just open my eyes. My heart. Turn toward Him. Seek Him. Listen. Breathe Him in.