What HE Doesn’t Say

Tamara Patterson posted on Jul 18th, 2018

“I don’t remember the cause of my hurting teenage heart. It may have been an onslaught of teenage drama or a sliver of dim disappointment, a bout with unmet expectations or a barrage of unkind words. It may have been unchecked pride or raging hormones. But whatever it was, by the time I arrived home from school, I was a hot swirl of ache and tears. I yelled at my sister and sassed my mom. I kicked a laundry basket and stomped across the floor. Then, after offending everyone in my wake, I announced I was taking a walk. I stormed out the front door without noticing the sullen sky was as angry as I was. Soon raindrops tangoed with the tears on my cheeks, and I wished the hurt in my heart would just seep into the puddles at my feet. After a few minutes, I heard the slog of steps on the pavement behind me. Suddenly, my mom was beside me, her feet keeping cadence with my soggy shuffle. She didn’t chide me for my outburst or minimize my pain. She didn’t assure me the sun would shine again or quote Scripture in the rain. On that day long ago, my mom simply walked me home, one soaking step at a time.” -Alicia Bruxvoort In John 11:33-35, we [continue reading…]