Thursday, March 27, 2008

Last night at home I heard, “I’m sorry,” again. The words came from a teenage son with an appetite that pulls him off the page of our expectations and into the margins. I’m not sure how I feel about the number of times he’s sorry. I’m not sure what it means. But at some level he cares and is willing to communicate even after I’ve gotten in his face.


Blogger kathy said...

I've been thinking about your son a lot lately. I think he is a great kid (despite being pretty sure he has done some not so great things). I think he really is sorry and wants to do better - for himself and for you. I listened to someone read the parables in Luke about the lost sheep, the lost coin and the lost boys tonight and prayed for E. I hope he finds his way home whenever he's feeling lost - no matter how far away it seems.

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