When you can't hide the cracks.... Advent Day 7
The cracks are starting to show. A friend takes our oldest out for breakfast this morning and asks him to write down all the things that have been going on. Concerns, Conflicts, Transitions, Crisis. .. the list is long of unattended heart needs. My heart breaks as my son shares them with me. Wish I could protect my children from pain. Sometimes I misread my kids' responses. It feels callous sometimes. When I'm crying and they're not. When I'm angry and they seem happy. When I'm burdened and they are playing uh, mine craft. I call it selfishness and careless. It hurts them when I do this. They're hurting, too. It's not the recent 10 days of pain and unknowns that are causing the cracks. It's the last 1 1/2 years of stuff. It's when my son's ability to feel pain stopped when I told him that Dad had collapsed in Thailand and I needed to get on a plane to be with him right away. He says he stopped being able to feel pain. It was too painfu...