band aides…
It’s getting harder to see the good in things, and people. I guess its really true, that you can only be naïve or cynical, with no in between. If that is true, I am becoming a cynic, more so every day. It isn’t something I want to be, but life isn’t really lending itself to my naivety anymore. While watching Gracie last week I thought about how easy and simple it was to be a toddler, when a hug from mom and a drive-thru Happy Meal could fix everything. When beauty is seen and accepted and understood, without question. When hurts are forgotten as soon as band aides are adhered and kisses are given. I want a band aide, I need one to cover the hurt, but I cant seem to find the source. Hugs from mom are a temporary fix, and comforts fade fast. How am I supposed to find God in this mess? And if I have to look for Him, and tell myself He is there, then what is the point of looking? I have heard that when a bone breaks, it comes out stronger when it mends… is this true of faith? I though it was, it always seems to be true. But why does the strength and hope fade so fast, like the comfort of a hug or a band aide? And what is the point? At what point will the bandage break, and the comfort fade for good?
