Out Of Brokenness Scars Remain

The Father's House has an elevated volume level in the past weeks. More screaming, more fighting, more scolding, more fun, more play. We are trying to come back to our routine in daily life with the higher number of kids. Especially the new boys are wrestling with the schedule that they have to follow. Just a few weeks ago nobody told them ever what to do or what is right and what definitely wrong. However, all are decided that they like their new life better and are giving their best to find a peaceful place in the big, new family.
The other day one of my friends told me about a conversation that she overheard at the breakfast table. Our two youngest children in the house were sharing to each other on how they lost their fathers. "Mine got stabbed", said the little girl. "I know who did it, but I am not allowed to say...." "Really?" replied the boy. "Mine got shot. By the police...." he went on. And then he started to describe the details about this horrible event that happened a few years ago on an open street where the boy lived with his family. They were at least complete and together then. After the death of his father, everything changed. The children were left alone, the mother lost it.
What a conversation! It's an eye opener for all of us for the horrible pain these kids already went through in a very tender age. I look into the face of the little boy. He is so handsome, so sweet, yet he has so many scars on this young baby skin. He won't remember most incidents from where the scars developed. However, they are evidence of a rough road he had to walk on at a young age.
May our Father in heaven heal his heart and let the scars just be a fading memory.