Out of the home? Spouting anger to you that you even adopted him in the first place.
This journey has been very lonely. (O.K. I know my eyes are completely inverted and selfish at this point.)
But, nonetheless, lonely. The ache is so deep. The fight is waning.
So I go to my Father. I cry (scream), Why? I ask (plead) for Him to move now. I cry so hard I can't breathe. My eyes are swollen. My heart is in pieces. My lover holds me. I just want to be alone.
Today, in worship, I am reminded how much my Father loves me. I am reminded He gave His only unique Son to save a wretch like me. (and "Hoss") I was His enemy. He made me His child.
He is the Healer of the Soul. He replaces our sin with His Son's righteousness.
Thank you, Father.
And I cry some more.