For the twelve year old girl who tired to steal from our store today:
My sweet baby girl.
Yes, you, you are sweet.
You are sweet because I saw the shame in your eyes...
you knew what you did was wrong.
So, my sweet baby girl,
What happened today?
What went so wrong on this Monday?
Who stole from you?
Why did you feel like you needed to take those ugly black laces?
You didn't even steal something good,
like earrings, or neon laces!
You took something that's only good for men's dress shoes.
Sweetheart,
I'm not sure who stole from you,
or what they took.
Maybe your innocence has been snatched.
Or maybe someone has marked you down and lessened your value.
Or maybe you've had yourself worth taken.
Whatever was taken from you, little one, it's not okay,
and they shouldn't have taken it.
And I'm sorry that chances are you'll never get it back.
But sweetie,
even though much has been taken from you,
it's still wrong to take from others.
I hope you learn this now,
when the consequences are lighter.
Cause, beautiful one, you weren't meant to live behind bars.
You were meant to walk on this beautiful green gift of an earth.
You weren't meant to be a taker, but a giver.
And I pray that your pain would be swallowed up in Christ's love.
That you would be assured and told of your worth.
That you would feel valued and accepted just as you are with all of your awkward pre-teen chaos.
That you would no longer be called "thief", but in its place "daughter".
Because that's who you are, you're a daughter. I'm not so sure what your earthly mom and dad are like, but I am sure of the Father of Lights. And he, he takes real good care of his babies. And I know he will take care of you, if you let him.
So I place you back in his hands,
and pray he swaddles you tight this night.
Sweet dreams my little child of light.
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