Nothing So Broken: What We Pass Down (For my son) {Guest post}

Mother and son

Today I have the honor of guest posting at Alison McLennan’s place. We’ve been connected for years through adoption, writing and blogging and she’s one of those rare kindred spirits I’ve never met in person. She inspires me from afar with her honesty, fierce love and broken beauty.

She’s featuring a series of posts lately that echo my heart, called “Nothing So Broken.” The idea is that nothing is so broken that God cannot redeem it. Corrie Ten Boom said, “There is no pit so deep that He is not deeper still.” Yes.

Here is an excerpt from my post at Alison’s blog today. Click over to read the rest.

 

I saw my own fear in your eyes just last night, love.

It was in the middle of one of your tantrums, the fits you’ve been throwing for months now. Just lately, they seem out of even your control. I’ve been trying to reach your heart, to let you know you’re loved, loved, loved.

It’s so easy to forget that’s what you’re asking for, really. That your constant pushing the boundaries, testing the rules and doing the very thing I’ve just forbid — these are just symptoms of something that’s settled deep in you. You don’t even know it’s there, can’t really name it, but I can. I’ve seen it before.

Because it lives in me.

 

Read the rest here.