My daughter wretches and cries in the bathroom next to our bedroom. I hear and want to wrap my arms around her. She knows I am upset. I was angry last night and now she won’t let me near. It seems everything I do is the opposite of what I need to do or say. I am so afraid for her. I need the right words. I need wisdom. I need love that will meet her needs, not my own. I need patience. And I’m not doing so well with any of the above right now. Yesterday ended badly.
Today is another day. Maundy Thursday. It’s hard to go to the table unforgiven, apologies unaccepted.