Broken home. The "happy holidays" were just a veneer, desperately covering up cracking ice. So good at playing pretend, putting up a front. So tired of seemingly having everything put together. Why do some people think that "saving face" is necessary in front of brothers and sisters? Hospitality should be a joy, not a burden, not pressure. So much frustration and anger and bitterness and self-centeredness and self-protection, like a vortex inextricably sucking people in.
God, we really need you to break through the spirit of evil and distrust that has fallen on
Teach us to hold the things of this world lightly, and to look toward the things yet unseen...
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