Let us begin with a quiet prayer.
Lord Jesus, thank You for coming near to the hidden, frightened, and wounded places in us. Forgive us for the ways we have run from pain, buried sorrow, or feared what You were gently asking us to bring into the light. Hold every little child within us with tenderness, and let Your healing Love reach what has been hidden for so long. Amen.
There were times I dreamed of a little child trapped, and for a long while, I thought they were only nightmares. But later, through a book recommended by someone dear to my heart, I began to understand that what I was seeing may have been the wounded, hidden places within me still waiting to be noticed.
We walked carefully through that healing journey together in Spirit, like two children walking through a dark forest. Along the way, in my mind’s eye, I saw little shadows peeking from behind trees. At first, such a sight might have seemed frightening. But instead of fearing them, I called to them. Little children started coming out of those dark, hidden places in my heart.
I told them to come to Jesus.
I told them that Jesus loved them. I told them that He had healed me, I won’t let anyone harm them again, and that He could heal them too.
What once felt like terror slowly became an invitation.
“Let the little children come to Me,” Jesus said, and that became the anchor I carried through this healing journey. Not rejection. Not shame. Not hiding. But invitation. The little, frightened, wounded places were not turned away. They were called near to the One who gladly receives children. I saw and joined them in the wonderful freedom dance, and we still dance like David, praising our Redeemer.
And perhaps that is part of healing too: learning not to be afraid of the hidden sorrow, but to bring it gently to Christ. To call the trembling places out from behind the trees. To stop naming them only as darkness, and begin seeing them as little ones still waiting for Love, truth, and safety in the presence of Jesus.
He is not afraid of what we find in the forest.
He knows the way through.
And He still says, with mercy and tenderness,
Let the little children come to Me.
Prayer of repentance and healing
Lord Jesus, forgive me for the ways I have feared my own wounded places, hidden from pain, or believed that the trembling parts of me were too broken to bring to You. Thank You for loving every hidden child, every frightened place, and every shadow waiting in the trees. Gather them gently. Speak peace over them. Heal what has been wounded, and lead me safely through the forest and into Your light. Amen.