Not Willing

Luke 13-34 2‬‬Douglas paces back and forth, back and forth, back and forth across our living room like a caged cougar, pausing periodically in mid-stride to roar with a string of disassociated words before resuming the drill. I so want to scoop him in my arms and swaddle him like I did when he was infant, holding him tightly to sooth the screaming torment. How I long to gather him and his random rage under the protection of my mothering wings. But he is not willing.

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