Mean Girls on the bus

The girl spoke in a hushed wisper but not hushed enough to keep others from hearing. "I don't like her nose."

Another girl asked "What did you say?"

"I said, I don't like her nose!"

"Who's nose?"

The victim squirms as the accusing finger points at her face..."Her nose!"


My beautiful, happy (usually), sweet, kind and lovely daughter got off the bus and cried all the way home. It wasn't until about 30 minutes later at home, that I got the story of what had happened. I tried to comfort her with a story from my childhood when someone had said something nasty to me. I held her in my arms and told her how God had made her so perfectly and just the way He wanted her...lovely. When I asked if I could pray for her she nodded. I layed my hand on her little heat and we prayed that Jesus would wash away all the unkind works that were lies. That He would bath my little one with feelings of acceptance and love, with truth. Hours later, I watch her as she plays at the park with her brother. She runs like she is care-free and has no burdens. Laughing and giggling. Thank you God. Help me be the mommy that my children need...help our home to be a safe place of comfort and restoration. Help me to forgive like my daughter. Justice is yours God.

He heals the heartbroken
and bandages their wounds.
He counts the stars
and assigns each a name.
Our Lord is great, with limitless strength;
we'll never comprehend what he knows and does.
God puts the fallen on their feet again
and pushes the wicked into the ditch.
Psalm 147:2-6 message Bible