I remember this moment though, because new toys (yes, even a piggy bank money-box) were rare. They were usually saved for Christmas or birthday. But this was an unexpected summer gift and I was keen to show it off.
So I sat proud on the lawn my father lavished great attention to, midst the scent of roses and buzz of honey bees. I was grinning less self-consciously for a change.
Recollections aren’t always reliable. A hint remains:a shade, a shadow, a stain, a scent, a touch too much. Feelings capture more than a camera can. Haunt us down the corridors of years.
Bonnie asked us to “picture yourself as a little girl with Jesus. How do you picture her and what is she doing? How does she feel? What does she want?” I began to back away from revisiting the past. It’s country where I fervently wish my visa had expired.
We were also asked to express what was on our mind and heart to Jesus. Tell it all to Him. Look into His eyes and be aware He is listening. I gulped, prayed and spent some time sitting with Jesus.
This was the result:
My childhood bubble episode revisited with Jesus
“I’m sitting on a wooden bench in our garden at home, wriggling a bit because of the splinters. Jesus is right beside me. I am looking wistfully into the distance, feeling sad and alone.
As I turn to face Jesus I share how I’ve forgotten how to play and enjoy my life. There feels a heavy weight on my heart, like a dark cloud is suffocating all the joy out of me.
Jesus smiles, takes my hand and passes something to me. My eyes light up at the sight of a jar of bubbles, and I look up at Him curiously. He encourages me to open the lid and blow some bubbles at the sky. So I do.
And they grow huge even as they float with ease and care-free abandon. I can’t help but smile back at Him now.
He points to a dark cloud partly obscuring the sun. We watch together as a giant bubble rises, gathers momentum, nudges into the cloud and pops it softly. I gasp, laugh and Jesus joins in.
‘Look’, He says, ‘Your cares and concerns overshadow your days like that dark cloud and it feels like no heat, light or warmth is reaching you. It makes you sad and steals the joy out of your life. But I offer you joy unspeakable and full of glory, life and vitality.
All you need to do is ask Holy Spirit to blow on your wand of faith, and joy will rise like this bubble. And instead of the bubble being broken by the air pressure all around, you will see the dark clouds disperse and sun will fill and flood your day again’
I begin to feel warm all over as a glow spreads from inside my tummy outwards. The air shimmers and I shield my eyes against the brilliance of rainbow-coloured flares. However, doubts still surge through my child-like heart as I long to trust and believe, but have to voice my fears first.
‘Where will you be, Jesus? And what happens if the sky stays cloudy?’ He tilts my chin toward His sweet face and I look into the most tender, loving gaze I’ve ever seen. His voice whispers deep to my toes and reverberates through the sun’s haze as He reminds me that He’s always right here beside me, and says no cloud will ever cover up His Light, for it shines even in darkness.
I’m to expect Him to brighten up each day whenever I seek His face, and to look for the rainbow appearing after stormy skies have passed by. That will be a sign of His promise to restore life, light, colour and joy to my world once again.”
Childhood memories surfacing
And I did have times of blowing bubbles as a child, enjoying their tactile magic. Here I’m sitting on the edge of the bench in my eagerness to make each bubble go higher and further.
I remember my mother using a green bar of ‘Fairy’ soap as she scrubbed laundry stains, causing lather bubbles. As well as concentrated ‘Fairy liquid‘ washing-up liquid agitated into lovely, multi-coloured rainbow foam-squirts sparkling in the sink.
Those memories are given a fresh perspective from the lens of age and grace. My parents were usually overly busy, stressed, neglectful and dysfunctional custodians. But they were also able to relax and be surprisingly attentive. Even if only for split seconds, mere moments in time, brief precious periods in my personal history.
Yet it’s those positive snapshots I’m choosing to cling to as I walk with God along the path of healing my wounded emotions.
Each grey day can have a better outlook in His eyes. He helps us to see His continually reassuring presence through it all, to rest in His provision even In This.
Because God knows us intimately. He sees all we go through in the span of our lives. And He knows the truth of who we can become in relationship with Him.
These recollections were stirred by reading ‘Finding Spiritual Whitespace:Awakening Your Soul To Rest’ by Bonnie Gray.
Like me, you can savour this helpful book quietly, slowly and privately by yourself. Or alongside others in Bonnie’s book club on her Facebook page.
How do you feel as you look back on your childhood? Have you been given a fresh perspective on it as you’ve grown older?
Joining with other writing friends at these grace-filled places:
Bonnie ~ Beloved Brews
Holley ~ Coffee for Your Heart
Jennifer ~ Tell His Story
absolutely beautifully said. My heart echos your sentiments. Childhood was a roller coaster for me, in a dysfunctional, split family. But when I truly accepted Christ as an adult and trusted my hurt and hardships to him, I no longer had to avoid the pain because all that was left was grace and peace. My childhood led to the adult and places I am today. My faith is richer as a result. People like us have such a tangible way of understanding the absolute depths of faith and forgiveness. I pray you find this kind of peace over the past and thank you for sharing your heart so beautifully… it helped soften some of my rough rough edges!
Hi Amanda. Thank you so much for sharing some of your own journey here. I can relate to what you say, though these words are still being worked out fully in my own experience:"I no longer had to avoid the pain because all that was left was grace and peace." Having a painful and dysfunctional past makes us hungry for God's grace and His power to heal wounded emotions. May you continue to sense His hand on your life and find those rough edges becoming cracks where the Light gets in. Blessings of peace and rest to you, friend.
"All you need to do is ask Holy Spirit to blow on your wand of faith, and joy will rise like this bubble. And instead of the bubble being broken by the air pressure all around, you will see the dark clouds disperse and sun will fill and flood your day again." I absolutely love this image, Joy. Thank you for opening your child heart. May God give you strength to address your inner child and lead you to deeper healing! Hugs!
Isn't it a powerful yet profoundly simple image, Trudy? I had no idea what Jesus wanted to say to me as a hurt child and wounded adult, but He has given a lovely example of the need for child-like faith here. Thank you for your lovely comment and kind prayers. They are greatly appreciated. Hugs and blessings back to you, dear friend. 🙂 x
I love your story! I love that you shared God's love for us. He is our King who rescues us.
Hi Lisa. Thanks for stopping by. I'm thankful you were blessed and encouraged by your visit. God certainly is "our King who rescues us" out of any pit we may have fallen into. Such wonderful grace! Blessings. 🙂
Hi Joy! I am reading Spiritual Whitespace myself. It's not a book to race through, that's for sure. Her stories and the questions are something to sit back with and hold close…and reflect. I can see how her recollections of her childhood and yours could fuse together a bit.I love the image of the bubbles that Jesus not only gave you, but explained too. What love he has for you, and what healing he has in store. Really beautiful Joy. Thank you for sharing this.Blessings,Ceil
Hi Ceil. I'm glad you are also reading Spiritual Whitespace and finding it a book to be slow over as we allow God to draw us into deeper inner healing. I can definitely relate to the need "to sit back..hold close…and reflect" upon its message, stories, questions and the heart searching they evoke. Jesus has much to reveal and teach us about His presence throughout our lives and His willingness to be close at every turn, even as we revisit childhood memories. It seems to be an essential part of our journey toward greater wholeness and healing, especially in areas of pain and turmoil. Bless you for sharing here. 🙂 x
I love how your imagined conversation with Jesus unfolded, Joy! Thanks so much for writing this down. Blessings to you this night.
Thank you, Diana! I'm glad this spoke to you. Bless you for stopping by and leaving an encouraging comment. 🙂