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When Father’s Day Just Brings Pain
All the broken fathers who fell short of what we needed and all the faltering mothers who chose their own needs over ours, they follow us, long after we’ve moved past them, into adulthood, into our own parenting, into our relationship with God. It is the first failing we own, our inability to heal our …[ read more ]
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Sometimes Love is a Hard Conversation
I have witnessed incredible courage in my times – bravery on the battlefield of childhood. Times when adults stood around muttering that “someone should do something” until a child, full of love, tugged the sword out of their stone hearts and became king of love and reason. An eight-year-old alone in a room of professionals, speaking up to say, “We’re not safe at home. We’re being …[ read more ]
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All the Broken Fathers
All the broken fathers who fell short of what we needed and all the faltering mothers who chose their own needs over ours, they follow us, long after we’ve moved past them, into adulthood, into our own parenting, into our relationship with God. It is the first failing we own, our inability to heal our …[ read more ]
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Who Cuts Up a Three-Year-Old’s Blankie?
I’m afraid I won’t say things right in this post. In it, I speak to children I’ve known – abused, confused, neglected, rejected, alone. But, I’m writing, too, to the broken children inside us all. I’m afraid I won’t say this clearly, but here goes. It is no favor we do to love another. Even …[ read more ]