Out of the mouth of babes.. our church was assigned a new pastor and over the season of Lent, much attention has been made to reconciliation. My elder son said to his sister “ Don’t forget you have to confess all your sins, tell him all the things you did wrong.” with out hesitation she turned to him and said” I can’t do that, I don’t know him.”
I grew up in the era where children were " to be seen and not heard" and " speak when spoken to". One of my biggest joys raising my own children, was allowing the freedom to say what was on their mine at anytime.
I remember thinking it took me a lifetime to "find myself" and I wanted my children to know, to be able to express and explore their like and dislikes, as they grew and matured.
This blog was created for the silent cries that have gone unanswered. Children our most precious gift and undeniably our future. When does discipline become abuse? When does the dagger of words pierce the heart? How many children are left to care for themselves? When the boxcar scenario hits close to home.
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