Hush my child

Hush my child

I’m so tired, I am beyond it, I’m spent, I’m broken…. Waiting for the “break” in my through.

I has been a war zone, a battle ground, bombarded by the bombs on all sides. The persistence of the enemy, surrounded by the siege mound, with no escape.

But then a shake, a shudder, movement, I hear the sound of movement, I feel the movement, before I see the movement.

It’s a wrap, wrapt in my covering, feel the warmth of its embrace. Wrapped up tight, like a baby. Be comforted my child, be secure in my arms, for I hold you close to my heart. Be at peace, stop your crying, for I am here. Isaiah 50:3-10 I clothe the heavens with [the] blackness [of murky storm clouds], and I make sackcloth [of mourning] their covering. [The Servant of God says] The Lord God has given Me the tongue of a disciple and of one who is taught, that I should know how to speak a word in season to him who is weary. He wakens Me morning by morning, He wakens My ear to hear as a disciple [as one who is taught]. The Lord God has opened My ear, and I have not been rebellious or turned backward. I gave My back to the smiters and My cheeks to those who plucked off the hair; I hid not My face from shame and spitting. For the Lord God helps Me; therefore have I not been ashamed or confounded. Therefore have I set My face like a flint, and I know that I shall not be put to shame. He is near Who declares Me in the right. Who will contend with Me? Let us stand forth together! Who is My adversary? Let him come near to Me. Behold, the Lord God will help Me; who is he who will condemn Me? Behold, they all will wax old and be worn out as a garment; the moth will eat them up. Who is among you who [reverently] fears the Lord, who obeys the voice of His Servant, yet who walks in darkness and deep trouble and has no shining splendor [in his heart]? Let him rely on, trust in, and be confident in the name of the Lord, and let him lean upon and be supported by his God. Hush my child, shhhhh, hear my voice, be soothed by my voice, receive that which flows from my eyes, for I am smiling over you. Lift up your countenance, count on my countenance, mirror my countenance. Laugh with me as I laugh with you, for I long to see the smile on your dial.