Oh my good Lord! I turned to my daughter and realized that the only other time I had been in this church was … 18 months earlier in the springtime…
The day was fresh and sunny, my spirit quiet yet tormented. If you have ever been estranged from your child you will know the dark hole and gnawing feelings that invade your heart- The ache, the pain the unrelenting despair that threatens to overtake your being at any point in time, but most especially in the still of the night.
It had been an especially rough 18 months. The relationship with my daughter had become cooler and cooler and now was at a near “hostile” point. No way to talk or communicate. Lifeless vm messages given and returned. This was especially difficult since it hadn’t been too many years that our relationship had still been warm, loving and close (very close). Almost 2 hearts beating as one… We were best friends.
Now, there was nothing to talk about… She didn’t want to share the details of a marital relationship that had not only fallen apart, but become abusive. First it was not understanding the why… and how we got there… Then as it began to dawn that there was trouble… no way to really help. Yes, I was driven back on my knees and to the feet of my Saviour. Click here to continue
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