my heart in chillián

In this city, we stayed with a single mom and her two daughters. It seemed  like the perfect place for my roomate, she knew what it was like to be in a broken family, yet I wasn't so sure. I acted silly of course, to take off the heaviness that seemed to be upon that house. It wasn't that bad, but so much could happened based on the mother's decision to forgive or to keep on letting hurt guide her. How often are we led by hurt? I know how it is, it almost blinds us, preventing us from looking around and seeing the beauty that is offered to us.

I still remember how her tears flowed so easily, I could never imagine saying, "I do," and 20 years later it's as if the words meant nothing.  Really, we need grace to fall and overflow our lives.