One story, one soul…for God and his kingdom

It’s been a long, hard day. Everything that could go wrong happened today at work. Christy was so tense, thinking just one more thing that would go wrong and she would snap. 

She is not having anymore of it! She thought as she stirred the stew she was making for dinner.

She heard a noise and turned towards the hallway. “He is at it again!” Her mind screamed. “No! No way! I am not having any more of this today!” How many times have I told him not to draw on the wall!” Her mind screamed 

“Jaden!” She screamed at her three-year-old, but he was so engrossed in his drawing that he didn’t hear her.

“That’s it!” Angrily, she walks toward him, grabs the thing from the counter-top, as she nears him, she suddenly has a flashback; she sees a little girl hunched up in a corner whimpering, with arms raised over her head to ward off another blow.

She stands fixed to the spot, the thing she had grabbed slides out of her hand and crashes to the floor. 

She looks down and her heart jumps to her as she thought of the fact that she had grabbed a glass cup to hit her own child.

“Mommy, see..family peeshure!” Jaden announced excitedly as he proudly showed off his drawing on the wall.

Christy stared back with ashen white face 

Trauma is real…Heal…

Our children do not deserve the broken version of us.