As a 42 year old female I sometimes regress into that 10 year old who thinks I know everything or pretending to know everything so that I can be liked by all. Liked by All...whoa that is a profound thought. Can't I be liked by everyone -- am I different enough not to be liked? ok I know back then (and maybe now) I was pretty immature and very annoying. What did I get from that -- maybe some attention but I think more I got isolation. What I craved was acceptance.

The joyful child - I look at this figurine and saw myself sitting on the floor with a hundred other kids listening to Jesus talk. He was gentle and kind with words and he was willing to answer all kinds of questions....there's where I sit...on the side with my head turned away from all eye contact...just waiting.....

if he really cared, he'd see me
if he really cared, he'd comfort me
if he really cared, I wouldn't be so lost
if he really cared, life would be more fair!
if he really cared, I’d know

feeling is just an emotion – when emotions control the thought process – is there a way to break that runaway train doomed for failure