the hidden years

Everyday the tears fall.

I know not if this is reality for most mothers.  This is one of the reasons I cry.  There is no one else to ask.  No one else to talk to.  No one to share the daily pain with, the daily work with, the daily joys with.

My heart continuously seeks to blame.  Eve.  The Serpent.  The man.  God.  The blame brings me no peace, in fact, it only feeds the despair.  This is not the way.  Not the way of she who hopes in God.

I wonder.

What if my heart would praise instead?


“Lift up your heads, O ye gates; even lift them up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in.”
~Psalm 24:9~

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