This was a bad day.
I had just found out that I was an addict.
I was hurting.
My heart was bleeding.
My mind was all over the place.
I was on the phone with my therapist (brand new).
I was sitting on the steps of my brother and sister's house here.
Sweet Baby Anson knew that Auntie was struggling.
He just came and sat next to me for a LONG time.
He just sat there.
Nothing else.
Just sat.
As if to say, "I'm here, Auntie. You aren't alone."
Isn't that what Christ does?
The answer is YES.
No comments:
Post a Comment