A cheerful email arrived in our mailboxes last night announcing the second pregnancy of my step-daughter. It was sent to us and 100 or so of their closest friends.
Ouch is an understatement. There are no words that describe adequately the hurt impaled on our hearts.
I want to say, "remember that commandment? the one about honoring your father and mother? How does this honor your father?"
I want to say, "how does excluding your father from your life model a loving Christian heart to your children?"
I want to say, "was it your intent to be cruel, or are you simply clueless?"
Somehow I will find a way to say, "I can't speak for your father, but I'm really hurt that you didn't call us to share your news. I want to feel excited and happy, but feeling wounded gets in the way of that. How can I encourage you to include us in your life? We are aching to know our grandson."
My prayers have not been enough. My patience has not been enough. My forgiveness has not been enough. And the wounds just keep on coming...