With the calm of his voice and gentleness of his outward demeanor, he placed my head under the guillotine of his demands. So there I was, at the precipice of another life or death choice that deeply terrorized my mama heart, yet again.
You want to shelter them, hover over them and their innocence with the snuggliness and security of their once cherished blankie that still lingers in the smell of their first day on earth.
If your life is easier, then your life is creating endless circles on your wilderness path, and the only way to remedy that is to run, in desperate pursuit, in the opposite direction of easier.
The wilderness itself is not the ringleader. It’s not our final destination, nor is it our final authority. It only serves as viewing portals for our journey, serving up continual glimpses of purpose and grace.
A lot of our days are spent with forced-happy smiles for the show, but with stone cold hearts that have been tortured and lives that have been ravaged by complex forces of power, abuse of authority and extreme cases of narcissism and inflated egos.
As humans we don’t want to be forgotten. As parents we don’t want to be forgotten. As friends, lovers, partners, high school BFFs, we simply don’t want to be left behind, blotted out or intentionally discarded into the misfit category.