Cassandra-Lea climbed through a deliberate gap in the wooden-picketed back fence, twisting her body with such force and antagonism her foot caught on the lower bearer and she tripped, crashing heavily to the ground, injuring her six-year-old frame and escalating the intense mood into a near boilover. Unwanted tears began to form in the corners of her big blue eyes but the heat of indignation burning in her scandalised mind evaporated the emotional stream, sending a clear and intentional message to her tear ducts not to send reinforcements.
Frustrated to the point of an explosive tantrum, she regained her stature and carefully brushed the dirt from her favourite dress, searching the surrounds for a suitable target and ready to unload a substantial eruption and diffuse the pent up anger steaming under her blonde, curly locks. But finding no such inanimate contender eager to face her ire or at least unable to fight back and adding to her injured state, the little volcano made a determined gait towards the back door of her family home.
Cassy’s mum happened to look up from her position at the sink and peered out through the kitchen window and down at a disturbing scene. The deliberate striding gait and intense pout on Cassy’s face with sternly set blue eyes and tangled blonde locks alerted the family matriarch all was not well with her baby girl.
The back door flew open assisted with six-year-old rage and before Cassy’s mum could speak a word, her six year old had burst into her arms and dissolved into a blubbering mass of righteous anger. It took many moments of long, heaving sobs and loving cuddles before Cassandra-Lea finally drained the emotion from her tale and gave her worried mother an indication of the concern churning through her innocent mind.
Aware of the direction her daughter had come, it was obvious something had happened at Grandma and Grandpa’s place, directly behind the family home and accessed through the gap in the picketed fence. With the emotional dam eventually drained and bolstered by mother’s enticingly sweet homemade lemonade, tiny tonsils shuddered in a final indignant huff while tear stained eyelids snuggled against mother’s soft and loving chest.
Needing to get to the bottom of Cassy’s dilemma, mother pressed her stricken charge, “Can you tell me what happened, Cassy?”
Cassy squirmed in her mother’s arms, trying to find the words without being betrayed by another round of tacit emotion. But feeling mother’s safety enfolded around her tiny body, she pulled away from her chest and peered deeply into her parent’s soft and calming eyes. Forming the words in her child’s mind, her bottom lip quivered and her big blue eyes swam with tears, when finally the restriction in her throat gave way and the blockage collapsed, spilling the unthinkable words to the floor around her.
“Grandpa Stix lied to me!” The indignation overtook Cassandra-Lea and the unthinkable nightmare overflowed again.
Bouncing her baby in her arms, a relieved mother coaxed her daughter to relive the frightening details. ”What did Grandpa Stix say, honey?”
Many stressful minutes passed the sobbing child, trying to form the words and then the tangled tonsils unwound, exposing the dreadful felony. “H… he said we are all made in God’s likeness.”
Cassy’s mum thought for a while, trying to figure out why the child had taken umbrage to the fact. “Well, that’s true, honey. Grandpa Stix didn’t lie.”
Cassy’s stunned expression and piercing stare couldn’t compute this latest detail. Either two of the most trusted people in the bewildered child’s world were in cohorts or the fact was true. But how could it be? Grandpa Stix is big, round and bald; and he said when I get to his age I will look like him, too. Does that mean God is big, round and bald?
She didn’t want to look like Grandpa Stix at any stage of her life.
Then, a gentle whisper of a wise voice broke into Cassy’s mother’s mind and explained the dilemma, allowing a simple answer to a child’s confusion. “Tell her I am Spirit; and she is spirit, too, confined within a flesh and blood package needed only to live on earth; but this package is not who she really is and when she dies, her spirit will be free of the human exterior and return to Me, living with Me forever, clothed in a special heavenly body of exquisite white light.”
Cassandra-Lea pressed her head against her mother’s chest, relieved and lost in the reverberating words her mother spoke. She understood now. Like Grandpa Stix, she was made in God’s likeness and very thankful God wasn’t big, round and bald.
Every human being is beautiful and precious to God. It doesn’t matter what human package you’ve had to endure and how you see your body image. Your spirit belongs to God and the most beautiful people in Heaven are the ones who can look past the human exterior and see God’s beauty within.
It’s who you are that counts, not what you look like.
Stay tuned for an interview with my co-author, Dodie La Mirounette. La Belle Suisse… coming soon!