that we gave up marveling and began to think of it all as normal.
(The washed white-robes,
disbelieved her pain and
when she'd complain they
all but called her insane...
and this was the deepest cut...)
until the facts lay bare
with paper and ink
and x-rays,
cultures,
and bloodletting.
She didn't see dayshine
or nightshine,
or feel natural air on her
for 100 days,
yet,
she was aware of all that happened to her.)
And this part I thought to myself
but
didn't say out loud,
"At least Your son went quickly!"
(I thought it very loud and very hard!)
I waited for a response to my thoughts,
and when none came,
I realized
the my Father
was big enough
to hear it all...
...take it all...
and loved me nonetheless.
But I wasn't done
and since God had not stopped me...
I went on.
"And God,
One more thing.
She was kind
to all who cared for her
(sometimes cruelly, sometimes kindly).
She was grace to those who hurt her
because
she wanted
them
to help her,
to heal her,
to save her...
She wanted to be brave for us
and live for her baby.
I love Your Son, God,
and I know He suffered too...
But
My God,
I think she suffered more."
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Oh my Kim ... the pain in this is raw. It goes against the norm, but probably speaks to the pain in many a grieving parent's heart. Your willingness to be transparently honest will have an impact. With love, Deb
