Umpires to be issued with fingerprint kits.
One of my children broke my heart yesterday.
The conversation (after quite a rough afternoon) went like this:
“I wish I wasn’t a person…. I wish I wasn’t <insert name here>”
Oh how my heart hurt for this child.Â To be even thinking things like this at such a tender age.Â That I could but protect you from all of life’s hardships.
I did not have words to speak, and so held my tongue.
Later, but not much later, we were talking again… following on…
“I wish that I wasn’t naughty.”
Oh Father, thank you for taking my heart, hurting for my child, and sending it soaring.
That my child can see their brokeness, and I can show them your way for mending.
Thank you, thank you Father.