Middle School: The Devil's Playground

A beautiful older teen girl recently referred to Middle School as “the Devil’s playground”. And although her statement was meant for insight and truth, those very words instantly grew long claws with jagged edges and sharp spears that scraped the very flesh of my heart, leaving it raw and bloody.

It got me.

The Devil’s Playground. And she went on to say that middle school is where you learn about EVERYTHING. Others nodded in agreement with that collective moan.

Oh God.

I just dropped my child off at the devil’s playground… where she will be pushed through corridors of cruelty and hallways of hate. She will trip down stairwells of sex and open lockers of lust. She will meet cutting in the cafeteria and bulimics in the bathroom. She will discover drugs at the drinking fountain and cynicism in the cliques. She will get lost in the crowds and sucked into the fire.

Who will break open her heart and  swarm her spirit and suffocate her breath?

Who will recklessly inform her that Santa Claus isn’t real. Who will harass her and laugh at her Tooth fairy’s note?

Someone will crush her.

Break her.

Steal her from me…

I just dropped my baby girl at the Devil’s Playground.

Cassidy First Day of Middle SchoolBut.

How dare I assume that God isn’t the supervisor of the playground? Who am I to anticipate Satan’s victory over my daughter? Since when has the world’s weight been too much for her to bear? Where on this earth do I dare question the very Light that exudes power and strength and fortitude? Why oh why would I expect less of God and more of Satan?

I almost home schooled her. I panicked. I impulsively pulled her into my protection. “I can’t UN-break her” I claimed with a fierce howl of anger.

But then God whispered something that shook me to my core…

“Don’t short-change me. I need her in the land of the lost. I gave her to you, but ultimately she is mine. I do not give you permission to interrupt my plan. Her mission is mine, not yours. Her place is in my purpose.”

Gasp.

Perhaps I must have more faith- not in the ‘system’ or even sweet Cass. Faith in God, that He has great plans that have great purpose for her life. She is a missile of love and light and grace everywhere she goes. He needs more like her to do His Work.

Lord, I give you back your child.

I must trust You.

I just dropped my child off into the devil’s playground… where she will shine love through corridors of cruelty and hallways of hate. She will discover self-control down stairwells of sex and slam shut lockers of lust. She will offer counsel and compassion to the cutting in the cafeteria and the bulimics in the bathroom.  She will ignore all the drugs at the drinking fountain and carefully stay clear of the cliques. She will spread light in the crowds and fight fire with her mighty weapon of faith…

World, meet Cassidy.

Cassidy, meet world.

She’s all yours God.

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