Last year I was telling part of my own story to a counselor over coffee at Starbucks, about how my dad had gotten addicted to crack cocaine and eventually left our family when I was 12. He listened, waited and then finally said, “Sammy, if you’re ever going to be healthy, 33 year old Sammy is going to have to go back to 12 year old Sammy, look him in the eye, and say to him, “I know this is hard, but dad’s not coming home. And as I began to cry in the middle of Starbucks (not from listening to Bon Iver), I could almost hear Jesus saying, “Yes. But I want to go with you, hold you by the hand, and weep with you there.”
Posted on: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 12:38:42 +0000
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