Driving to the Crisis Center, again.
Following a police car, again.
They know us here, we joke that there should be a punch card reward system. It's not really even funny, minutes ago we were punching bags
I never imagined it would be this hard, this hurtful, this painful, this violent, this destructive, this exhausting, this heart wrenching.
I want to hate him, I know it's the frustration speaking and I feel guilty for even thinking it. I keep praying that the Lord will continue to give me a renewed love for him.
He did not ask to be broken.
He never imagined this would be his life either!
Lord please send healing.
💙💔💙
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