Be Here.Mature

You want to know pain?

To be able to spot it in a person's eyes as quickly as you could joy?

Be here. 

Right here.

The pain in a mother's eyes as she buys food and slowly counts her change, not knowing where the next meal is coming from.

Turning away because you can't take it anymore.

Be here. 

Right here.

The terror in your eight-year old brother's eyes, as an object is thrown near his head by your own father in anger. Pulling him away from danger, but knowing that you can't hurt the one who almost hurt him.

Turning away because you can't take it anymore. 

Be here. 

Right here.

The pain in your father's eyes because he knows he's mess up, but won't or can't apologize. Trying to not to cry, because you know he doesn't deserve it.

Turning away because you can't take it anymore.

Be here.

Right here.

Looking at your own eyes in the mirror, slowly cocking your head, tears welling. Drawing you sleeve because your imperfect.

Turning away because you can't take it anymore.

Be here. 

Right here.

The pain in your best-friends eyes because she doesn't know how to help you. Because she thinks she's helpless. 

Turning away because you can't take it anymore.

Be here.

Right here.

Trying to hide it, but knowing you can't anymore.

You can't hide the pain, the loneliness, the terror, the fear, so you gotta let it all out.

Then you close your mouth, because you know you've said too much.

Turning away because you can't take it anymore.

Be here.

Right here.

The pain in your Abba Father's eyes, as you quietly come to him, fresh self-inflicted wounds on your body. As he carefully turns you around, then takes you in His arms. 

Don't turn away, because if you do you'll miss the best part.

Be here.

Right here.

Healing.