I had a dream a few nights ago. I had no money, no means of buying things. I had been given the task of engaging my adopted daughter (who has disowned me) in a conversation.
Because it is a dream, I choose to discuss an array of roasted and cooked chicken that is behind a butcher’s counter.
I try to keep the conversation very neutral, very chicken-focused.
Because when your kid is RAD that is how you learn to roll…even in your subconscious.
I am going to start laying out my memories of life with my adopted children. Like an old woman pulling sweaters from the attic. I need to organize this thing….the life we lived together.
The first thing you should know is the last thing that happened–she cut me off because she suspected I had reported her brother….suspected him of child abuse.
Ironically, as with so many things before, she unleashed her anger on the alleged reporter instead of facing the crime.
The terrible crime.
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The good actions that are God designed elements of love between a husband and wife- and even bigger- the properly functioning couple- unified in love and respect – symbols of Christ and His relationship to His people….ALL those “things” have become trampled and transfigured beyond recognition in the misuse and abuse that ravages our world! It saddens me beyond words all my life…
Yes. I sometimes become so disheartened by the sheer weight and impossibility of darkness
His answer is always the same: you are a city on a hill
Shine:)
Great post, thanks for sharing.