This is very good counsel. Take that from someone who wishes there was once somebody there to give it when I was young! You’ll pay dearly if you don’t have, and keep God in control of everything you do, while you’re still young…
Remember that morning when I found you slipping quietly out of the bathroom into a corner of the house all alone?
Those tears, the loud kind that burst uncontrollably out of your soul, they shook your whole body and I couldn’t understand what you were saying because those words stuck right in your throat.
I rocked you just as if you were still my baby girl (even if your head touches my shoulders now).
What was it about?
I expect monsters, fire, death or even a bad grade on a test.
But you tell me one….slow….word….at a time: I dreamed you…..and……dad……got……divorced.
You stun me. We hadn’t fought. There was no tension in the home. No need to fear.
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