My kids get hurt everyday.

And they cry very loudly.

They cry for their mommy and they cry for their daddy.

Then they demand that we kiss it and make it all better.

I am always amazed at the power of the kiss.

We never grow out of pain.

But many of us are taught they we are supposed to grow out of feeling it.

That we are supposed to be able to “deal” with it.

So we put on addictions like band aids.

We cover up and numb the pain and then we die.

I know that heaven is supposed to be a place where we no longer feel any pain.

That everything will be all golden and bright and beautiful.

But there are some people I know who have lost their lives tragically running from the pain.

And I  wonder if for those people heaven might be the place where they can finally stop.

And I can just see them now.

Ragged, out of breath and staggering in.

The heavenly gates wide open like the arms of a father beckoning his child to come.

And cry.

And get the kiss.