An Unexpected Journey

Words.   They are not all weighted equally.   Some are light as a feather.   Others feel like boulders.   What do you say to the man who killed your child?   To the one who snatched the life breath right out of her?   How do you look him right in the eye and see into the window of his soul?   Just the thought of it makes my words run far away.   I feel my lips trembling already.   Perhaps my fingers can find them… in case my lips cannot. I knew the day might come.   And I still don’t know for sure if it has or not.   But there is a good chance that when I wake up tomorrow it will be the day.   One of the hardest in my life.   Some of the most difficult words I will ever speak… if I choose to speak them.   Do I try to convey the pain?   Is it pointless?   Does he care?    Could he possibly understand?   How can you even glimpse the pain of losing a child when you have never known th...

It’s just a plain room.   A typical classroom with no fancy bells or whistles.   And we are just regular people eating a pretty average lunch.     But the words that fill they air.   They seem to change everything.     She tells me how she has always been in church.   My friend is married to a man who was the youth pastor one time.   She was the church secretary.   The Holy Spirit began to whisper to her heart.   Knock, knock, knocking on the door that she didn’t even realize she had never opened.   Softer and softer that heart became.   Peace.   She did not have it.   Tossing and turning at night while the questions wrestled her.   Finally, they pinned her down.   And she tapped out in surrender.   The door creeped open as she decided to put her trust in a God she knew all about but didn’t really know .   And then suddenly love flew in!   It swept her from her feet and she ...