I would like to have thoughtful insight about Chris deciding to move out (forced out in his words), but other than a grieving heart I have none. The haunting prayer of the parent of a wayward child. Coulda woulda shoulda, did I do enough, Lord help direct... It is hard on both parents but so often it seems most on the wife. Thought process and emotions are different. I do not know how to offer words of encouragement or comfort when my own bag is empty.
I was supposed to be home around Thanksgiving. Instead I get to spend Thanksgiving in prison. I thought I had done that before, spending Christmas, Thanksgiving etc. with inmates, but I luck out and get the opportunity once again.
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