Just when I thought it was safe to avert my gaze for a moment, it wasn’t. My soul-friend, Terrica, reminded me again that my heart is still entirely wrecked. When will I learn:
..The balance for me is learning not tostraddle the line with one foot in each reality from time to time, but rather live fully present in both, simultaneously. It isn’t either/or… via Terrica Smith
Oh sweet precious ones, I don’t have the words right now while my two “babies” bounce around the room. I can’t go “there” without arousing deep questions from them that would inevitably be stirred by a seemingly unprovoked sadness on my end. Yet I need to tell you about the tears that blazed down my cheeks while I waited in the car rider pick-up line after school.
Per usual, I presumed my two-minute Facebook check to be an innocuous time-killer. How ridiculous of me. Rarely is anything innocuous to my soul lately. I read these words. Then I clicked over here* and scrolled down my cell phone to read more. As if being unexpectedly burned, I tossed aside the phone as I choked back bile. I feigned composure. And picked the phone back up. It was too much to ingest. Only there was no turning back.
Just read. Please. If you can. Listen to Debbie’s story.
Closing my eyes only means that I can’t see it. It doesn’t mean that they don’t feel it. Let’s listen with ears to hear their pain and hearts to act accordingly.
****Warning: This post contains depictions of sexual abuse. If this is a trigger for you, please sit this one out.****