Years of bitterness and resentment finally get to be too much to carry around. Shoulders ache from the weight.
Declaring Surrender gets spoken out of frustration. The door swings wide and creaks with tempting whines to venture through and away.
In the place where a wife and her husband make their life together, wounds have festered from failing to be treated.
Quiet and silence has erected a glass wall, clear and difficult to see. Each time the heart bumps into it, bruises deepen.
Talking with someone with expert counsel can give us perspective, sure. And medicine can help. And daily doses of alcohol, too.
Relationship needs the kind of work that self-help doesn't repair on its own.
A daughter hears more than maybe she should. For 27 years she's watched this bitterness grow and gratitude cease. Her adopted dad goes from admired to despised by the woman who allowed him this place in their lives.
The now adult daughter takes on a role that doesn't seem to make sense and is backward in many ways. She becomes the encourager. The Hope Whisperer.
She wonders if maybe that was His design all along--for children to be the ministers.
Adult-Girl wonders if her words are making a difference. And Hope carries her through.
She trusts there is purpose in her role as the listener of her mother's heart cries and the teller of Truth.
Words come out of the now grown daughter for her mother to Do. Some. Thing. Different.--stay or go, but stop this silence and self assurance that what you say won't make a difference.
Fight differently. Fight for relationship, not the right to be heard.
The girl's tolerance for complaining and not committing to relationship has run its course. She declares she's heard enough complaining and it's time for a choice to be made.
She tells her mother to Like what you do, and she means even her choices.
If your choice is to stay, then like it. Do your choice with a wanting.
She decides to leave her mother--crying and wounded--and trusts in His capable hands. In His grace. In the truth that her mother isn't truly alone.
Sometimes declaring that we've heard enough helps people to Connect. With each other and most of all, with Him.
Connecting with Truth holds power to change things. Stories and futures.
And the morning just might rise up healing.
"Write for five, short, bold beautiful minutes...
Unscripted and unedited...
Without worrying if it's just right or not."
My five minutes of writing today quickly became fifteen as truth-telling won out. Sometimes that happens. Unscripted, unedited and without worry, these words flowed as my heart cried out for peace to fill my mother's heart--for her to connect with the one true Healer and love to conquer hurt.