Monday, October 28, 2013
Where are the words?
In times of crisis true natures are revealed. While I have loved my son-in-law from the beginning, through this weekend I saw a core of strength, maturity and compassion in him that was beautiful. My beloved daughter holds my heart, and I saw that same strong center in her - wrapping her arms and love around her friend - literally holding her together. I saw my parents, strong and constant, honorable and supporting. Friends and family stood together throughout, holding tight. They made me proud. They made me steady. They helped me stand in for a mother who was over a thousand miles away - a mother who I know would have stood in for me, had it been my child hurt.
But, I also saw bitter meltdowns, loved ones viciously lashing out in fear, cruelty and sorrow, causing unnecessary pain and damage. I hope those bonds will heal.
When something happens that's outside of our control, there's no one, and nothing, to blame. There's nothing to point a finger at, no one to demand retribution of. It just is. For most of us, there is no choice but to continue to walk through the fire. We'll all be marked, changed forever. Hopefully we'll all be stronger, too. Forged by that flame, made more than what we were.
Scar tissue is one of the strongest substances in existence. Once it forms, it's stronger than the original muscle, tendon, even bone. We all bear scars - physical and emotional, visible and hidden. I've learned to wear mine proudly. They make me who I am. They show me to be an overcomer, a warrior. They're proof I survive and thrive. It is my fervent prayer that this sweet, beautiful young woman finds strength and pride in her own. I pray that peace, hope and thankfulness rise and reign. I pray for wisdom and grace to walk the road ahead, for all of us.
Posted by Chelle Stafford at 8:49 AM