The boy leaves me undone.  Most days are difficult.  Each word is poison and I can't begin to help him.  He's lost a brother. Dealt with his beloved father being so sick and he's 14.  I would come unglued.  He's still fragile in the faith.  And he's lashing out.  But sometimes there are glimpses of what is to come.  The veil pulled back and the blue eyes shine.  There is humor and there is a sensitivity, so like his fathers.  But this growing and stretching is hard on me.  So when there is a calm. I embrace it.  When ... View Post