Sometimes I wish I could fly
Like a bird up in the sky
Closer to my home

Motherless children have such a really hard time
A long way from home

Sometimes I feel like freedom is so near
But we're so far from home
(Van Morrison and Others)

A child who is, or feels, parentless, will have great inner turmoil in    
their adult life.

The human mind can grasp events such as natural death, & eventual
healing happens.

If it is due to physical or emotional separation, abandonment,
rejection, or neglect, the long-term consequences are devastating.
The human mind finds it very difficult accepting and coming to terms
with knowing some one would choose to do so deliberately &
knowingly.

Please encourage anyone you know in that category to reconcile - to
make things right - while they still have the chance: they can’t be   
sure of being here tomorrow to do it. They can’t speak from the
grave, nor can they speak to someone lying cold. It will make a huge
difference to all involved: healing & breaking the cycle.

Love your children (tell & show them regularly – and mean it). If you
don’t know how - it’s never too late to learn - do it while you all still
breathe: guilt, regret, anger & fear are terrible to live with after.

      Only the wounded heal
– only the separated reconcile.
                      ~Klaas+
When others hurt,
If we put ourselves in their shoes,
it would hurt us, too.
Then we can understand their hurt.

Those who hurt, those who have searched,
And those who have tried,
Truly appreciate the importance of people
Who have touched their lives.

Love all those . . .
you meet and treat them as people
who mean something to you;
who’s lives you’ll touch in one way or another,
and who have touched yours, or will.

Smile at those who really need one; as others
make you smile when you really need it.

Help them see the brighter side of things; as those
who make you see the brighter side of things
when you are really down,

Be a friend to them; as you acknowledge
those who you want to know that
you appreciate their friendship.


It is not how much we give,
but how much
love we put into giving.
~Mother Teresa

Guilt, regret, anger & fear are terrible to live with after . . .
- only the wounded heal: only the separated reconcile
~
Klaas+
MorningStar Inspirations
from Dawn Cove Abbey
Roadside Assistance For Your Journey Through Life
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From the eBook: "One! The Journey hOMe", by Klaas Tuinman MA, © 2007-2017
The Bracelet
Putting her hand in front of her face, the little girl of 5 looked at her shiny bracelet given to her
by her Mama. Reaching up and touching it gently at first, then looping her finger from her other
hand, through it, pulled, twisted, and stretched it, checking to make sure it was strong enough.
Yep, it was, she thought. Peeking over her right shoulder at the big hospital bed next to her was
another little girl of about the same age. She watched her glancing shyly over at her new bracelet.

Their eyes met.
"That's pretty", whispered the girl, pointing to the bracelet. She has the biggest
brown eyes and pretty brown skin thought the little girl with the bracelet.
"Thank you, my mama
gave it to me to remember her while I am here"
, she whispered back, as she held her arm up
proudly to show her new friend, being quiet so as not to wake any of the others on the ward.

The girl had noticed all of the other kids and babies when she arrived earlier in the day, walking
through the isles of beds and cribs that lined the pea green cinder block walls, clinging to her
mothers hand tightly. She asked her Mama why all the other children and babies were there, as
they were walking the girl to what was going to be her bed for a lot longer than either of them
knew.

Kneeling next to her, to explain once again,
"honey, you and all of these children are very sick,
and all of you need to live here with the Doctors and Nurses for awhile, until you are better.  
Mama will come on Saturdays to visit you, and you can wave to your brother and sisters from
that window there."
 She pointed to a big window with a Jolly Santa on it. "Look. Right there by
Santa!"
.

The little girl didn't want to look at the Santa window, she started to cry again,
"Mama, please
don't make me stay here, pleeeese"
, sobbed the child, her eyes puffy and sore from crying.
"Honey, we have talked about this a hundred times. Now, when you get sad or lonely, what are
you supposed to do?"
 

Wiping her nose with her sleeve followed by a big sniffle,
"touch my new bracelet you got for
me"
, she mumbled into her arm. "That's right", replied her mother. Standing, to lead her tiny
daughter to her new bed, located at the Children's Hospital, on the floor for those quarantined
with Tuberculosis.

Holding back a well of emotions herself that were getting ready to spill at any minute,
"get into
bed sweetie, its nap-time and the other children are all sleeping,"
giving her a last tuck, "I have to
leave you now."
With a kiss and a long hug, she whispered in her daughters ear, "I love you,
baby."
Swiftly she turned and left.

Returning her attention back to the girl next to her,
"ya wanna hold it?" She asked, referring to
the bracelet.  
"UH-HUH," said the girl with the big brown eyes, nodding. Reaching through the
bed slats, both girls had to stretch as far as their arms could reach, shoulders and heads jammed
against the wooden slats of railings on their beds, two small hands meeting in the middle for the
pass off.

Lighting up her new friend's face the minute her fingers touched the bracelet. Carefully, bringing
the prize back to her bed, through the slats, being ever so careful not to drop it, holding it to her
face - inspecting each and every sparkly diamond on it, the girl then rubbed it against her cheek.
Before handing it back to its owner she hugged the bracelet close to her chest, closed her eyes
and sighed,
"I wish I had a Mama", she whispered.
-THE BRACELET~Lisa I