I remember…I was about five years old.
My family had heard that Jesus was walking through our town,
so we dropped everything to see Him and to hear Him talk.
With every step He took, the crowds surrounded Him, pressing in on Him to hear His every Word.
He had a gentle, but strong voice. He told stories and I was captivated by every word that He spoke.
At one point, He sat down on a big rock and the crowds gradually settled, sitting on the ground around Him. My neighbors were there…entire families. Some of them were pushing their kids in Jesus’ Direction, hoping that He would bless them.
Jesus’ Followers looked nervous as a few kids approached Him.
I stood about five feet away, wanting to get closer to Jesus too, but nervous that the Apostles would scold me too and push me back to my parents.
When the distance closed between us to about a foot or two,
I was completely enveloped in His Arms.
His Robe covered my shabby clothes and my cheek rested on His Chest.
4 thoughts on “Let the children come to Me…”
I got goosebumps with this one! So intimate! Well done.
May God bless you for your willingness to go outside your comfort zone. May Our Lady’s mantle cover your work and the Holy Ghost be your guide.
Pax Christi – lena
oh my…I could picture myself as that child that the way was parted for. To be wrapped up in His arms…beautiful words.
i can actually feel His arms around me. that was just beautiful. thank you for the visual!