Tonight, I had a conflict with TD. It wasn’t totally bad and not really anything she did wrong. It was more of a disagreement. Me seeing something through adult eyes and her seeing something through a teen’s eyes. But I really don’t like conflict – AT ALL.
After I put kids to bed, I went to the basement to read my Bible, spend time with Jesus and, well…..CRY. LOL
Sometimes that is how I get shaky emotions out.
Do any of you adults out there know exactly how you feel about something but have difficulty sharing specifically “why” to the teenage race? Am I alone over here? 🙂
Anyways….as I prayed, I picked up a pen…. Somehow, this describes the space in my heart after our conversation today.
Today, I panicked (inside), felt concerned and misunderstood
These bumps are part of the journey.
Like well worn shoes the injuries endured can make me soft and fit for the journey.
I can’t give up, I can’t fade away. I must put one foot in front of the other.
The day’s drawing near when His voice I will hear and my journey will then be all over.
My burdens will fade when I gaze on His face and I’ll joyfully kneel at His feet.
I’ll behold my Savior – Oh so near
Who will then wipe away all these tears.