“gathering towards me freedom and releasing grace in waves that my human ways give heaven’s endless pour out.” The hell of hurt, but the heaven of forgiveness.
“The world of our hearts gets turned upside down in forgiveness.” Upside down takes faith for the mess of it all. But it makes me think of snow globes . . how we shake them and as they settle beauty falls.
Nasreen, thank you for your courage in the living, your authenticity in the telling, and your generosity in the sharing of your journey. Many, including me, are better for it.
Kim, living my story out loud had gifted me friendship like yours, I am grateful.
Nasreen, I hate the hurt, heartache, and pain afforded my child by bi-polar. I hate the bitterness, hatefulness and misunderstanding that pours from her soul. She hurts me deep. deep. deep. I forgive and then forgive again. Thank God He sent her into my life for there I have found the true value of love in the ugliness of life. I love her, this one I plucked from the grit, grime and grizzle of a Turkish Orphanage. I love her and that is all I can give.
We love, all may we keep on. Heartache in this journey with you. We get to keep loving even when it is beyond hard. May peace sprinkle hope throughout the difficult days and years, Chris.
Chris, grace in the grit and grime, we all learn this alongside our patient Healer of our souls. Thanks for your honesty.