>Lent, Day 25
She sits across from me, pouring out her heart.
Confession, confusion, childish humor…
mingling to create conversation
long over due
never too late.
I listen until she is poured out,
almost sixteen year old thought processes
interweaving into a tapestry of desperation
purely and simply pleading:
“what am I worth?”
I call her beautiful
watching her eyes fill
tears heavy with doubt and longing,
salty from a desire unsatisfied…
and my heart cries out.
The injustice now laid bare
as this amazing creature
flesh of my flesh
blinks back the river of pain
once buried within, now flooding me over.
Pouring out like a river
I speak and her dam breaks open
emotion raw and rawness embraced
truth explained and fault accepted
we embrace to hold each other together.
I praise Him for this sweet gift.
We met here,
for just this sweet moment,
not as mother and daughter…
but as equals
women on this playing field of life.
On a side note…
I was notified that my blog is being featured
over on High Calling Blogs around noon on 4/7,
alongside a few other writerss.
I am so beyond blessed by this honor
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Looking up as always…