I have a hard time letting people close to me hurt.
This is bad.
Watching my husband, my brother, my friend struggle breaks my heart. I want to say something so loving, so grace-infused that their spirits slowly and steadily rise and the hurt disappears.
But I’m not their fixer. I’m their wife, sister, friend. And the most loving and grace-infused thing I can do when they’re hurting is to let them hurt just as they let me hurt when I’m struggling.
If only discipline came as easily as knowledge.
So I sit. And I wait. And I pray. And I let be.
And I dread the day I’ll have to let my daughter hurt.