Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Dear God,

I took one look at Love Bear and I could see her wounds. My granddaughter Stella had told her mother that she wished I was home in Indiana so I could repair Love Bear's rips and tears. Her heart had come off her tummy and her right hand was torn away from her heart. "Grandma could fix it if she were here." She told her mom.

When our friends arrived with Love Bear in tow, I knew I had to get to work. I gathered my thread and needle and began my gentle surgery. Right now she is all better and sitting on the kitchen table looking out at the flowers. She is happy except she misses her mommy.

I called six year old Stella to tell her I was holding Love Bear in my arms and we were looking out the window at the stars. Stella was happy just like Love Bear.

Oh, how I wish I had the power to mend human hearts. I wish I was able to make the sad happy again. In a world so full of broken people, how I wish I could transform them just like I did a small golden bear belonging to my granddaughter. I wish I had the power.

Like torn bears
that need repairing,
we too,
need healing,
O God;
show us
the way
to truly care
for the wounded
among us.

Love, Andrea