Thursday, May 5, 2011

A photo of six of my seven daughters.

The missing daughter is in California and needs  prayers for a new job but please dear God,
 - no sponge bob square pants. (And nothing her mom would have to boycott.)


No wound is as direct or as piercing as the words that come from the hearts of any one of my daughters when she's angry.
Dipped in truth, these are crushing blows and I find it difficult to recover.

4 comments:

Julie said...

Yep. I hear 'ya.
That bit of truth has sharp teeth.

Saint Michael Come To Our Defense said...

The balm to soothe your soul is the Truth your daughters are allowed by your love for them that they reveal even in their anger.

Your charity has brought down a grace upon you.

May God bless you with many more.

Viva Cristo Rey!

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belinda said...

Gosh Pablo, that's way deeper than,"Who's buried in Grants tomb."
At the time, my daughters comment didn't feel much like balm. :)

I'm going to have to think about what you wrote.
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I love that I have commenters who will set me straight.

Saint Michael Come To Our Defense said...

As a woman you share in our mother's dolor as she watched her son being crucified.

Only a woman knows how sharp and deep cuts to the heart are...

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