Like I would know.
Very complex life experiences.
I need a mom to lean on, too.
God didn’t give me that mom.
In His beautiful, holy, grace; he made me that mom.
But I am helpless, hopeless, hurt and hobbling.
I have no good answers.
No authority to speak into the lives of people around me.
Who would listen anyway?
It’s only Maggie.
I can only get out half the thought.
Because I’m trying to condense, I cut out volume. Miss meaning.
Only a few understand, yet it’s not their situation.
I am empty.
Need a word, that isn’t forthcoming.
It’s said, that God trusts us in His silence.
He must be about to speak, because there isn’t anything left of me to go on.