My sweet Emma spent two hours at my office yesterday. Not usual for her, but she enjoyed drawing on my white board and cutting out paper dolls she created while I was in the office next to her counseling. When I got a break I came in to find: a. my floor covered with millions of bits of paper and b. the sweetest mural of fairy tale characters on my board. She had a leprechaun with the pot of gold, a giant rainbow with a unicorn, Rapunzel with beautiful hair hanging down from a castle and random fairies. I loved it. So “Emma”. The thought struck me though, that while she is mainly living a fairy tale life- complete with a mom and dad who love Jesus and her, protective big brothers, adoring grandparents and too much fluff and sparkle to contain in her bedroom- most of the precious clients I sit with, did not. In fact, for many, they have lived something closer to a nightmare than a fairy tale. So, that is why I do what I do. They need to know there is a loving God who has come down to rescue them from the tower of pain they feel locked in. That there is a hero who has paid the price to redeem them back from the nasty troll. That “somewhere over the rainbow” IS real because of the love of their creator. And beyond that, they they don’t have to wait until eternity to begin to heal, and hope and live.