I just finished an hour long chat with Abby after the other kids were in bed. She came down in tears, crying and not understanding why. She talked, I listened, we bounced from one subject to another before I was even able to give my aged advice. We hugged. Then she cried some more.
At the end of our conversation, when I was insistent that she get some rest, she hugged me again, and with tears in her eyes said, “When I was younger mom, you know, like seven, I didn’t know it was going to be so hard to be a Christian.”
I hugged her again and whispered a prayer for all that is to come…
