It was ugly--raw, brutal, gut wrenching sobs--the words "I miss her so much" burst out, unbidden and unexpected...
Yet beautiful. He held me--his tears joined mine. No words, just his arms around me.
No accusations tossed back and forth. No heated discussions about perceived failures.
Just two wounded souls who found each other...at least for this moment in time.
Two parents who are learning they are not responsible before God for the choices made by their child.
Two people trying to figure out alot of things:
--how to set boundaries, yet reach out to her
--how to protect younger siblings from bad influences, yet have a relationship with her
--how to love her, yet protect their own hearts
Two people who need to learn:
--how to talk to each other without rubbing salt into tender places
--how to discuss hard things without blame or sarcasm or hidden agendas
--how to be gentle with each other
1 comment:
A blessing indeed to have the man in your life there just to hold and weep together and share the pain..you are a lucky lucky woman!
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