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I know because I hear one when I close my eyes at night.
I see a man, the man who attacked my daughter.
There, in the dark, I am haunted by the fact I have to love him.
The monster in me roars, "Vengeance! Hate! Rage! Pain."
Sometimes I let the monster play with the image for awhile.
Even in my mind though, the monster never wins.
So I pray, "God, I see his face and all I feel is hurt and fear. Please help me to see what You see when You look at this man. Help me to know the right things to do for this family. Help me to love."
Morning comes. The monsters hide.
My grandchildren will be here soon.
It used to make my heart ache to see their resemblance to this man. They smile at me with his smile, look at me with his eyes. I didn't want to be reminded he had anything to do with them.
But those faces deserve so much more!
In them I see innocence and wonder, joy and hope. I see determination. I see trust. I also see my daughter. Mostly, I see two of the sweetest blessings I could ever know.
I will keep my eyes open as I love the people God used to create them.
And my prayers are being answered. I am given peace in knowing, even when I can't see what He sees, He helps me to love.
There may always be monsters. I just have to be careful what I feed them.
