Before you read any further, listen to Chris August's song 7 x 70. I love this song.
He clung to me and begged forgiveness, but I was numb. I had slipped into self-preservation mode. Shielding myself from my own child has become second nature. And then this song came on the radio. This could be my boy's anthem. He breaks my heart and then I return the favor. Lord, help me.
Have you ever noticed the day after a big storm? It's bright and clear, as it was in this house today. Laughing at MegaMind, stuffing Easter eggs, planning tomorrow's menu. You'd never know that yesterday we hung off the ledge. Why?
HE know's we need this calm... to collect ourselves, to gather our strength, to mend the fences.
Forever my joy, my delight, my son. As much as I fear that I have failed you, I pray that God will knit us tighter to Him, to each other. More storms will blow, more fences will fall. You'll never have to mend them alone, I promise.
Jesus said to him, "If you can believe, all things are possible to him who believes" Immediately the father of the child cried out and said with tears, "Lord, I believe: help my unbelief!" Mark 9:23-24.