It’s difficult to watch someone you love struggle with feeling unwanted. I want to say, “Forget it. Who cares!” Sometimes I actually do say something like that. Let me just say that it never has the intended affect.
She was very angry with me for some reason, but I could tell it wasn’t about me. When I used the word rejected and saw her tearing up, I knew the word resonated. My heart sunk. I’ve been praying the she would find some friends after giving up many active friendships to move to Imago and downtown.
Even though I am often saddened to see her burdened heart, I was elated when I read “I can still choose joy, and patience and love, and today I am making that choice.”
It’s been great to hear her talk of some recent conversations she has had with some ladies at the church.
