Nana Holds From Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power

Coffee Hour!

Thanks so much for joining me for a little break today @ Coffee Hour. I just know that our hearts will be somewhat changed when this series is complete. Grab your coffee and come on in. 🙂

So getting back to where we left off, with Bryce on the couch, tears running down his face while he humbly asked for help. I remember being encouraged by his humility and honesty and yet, there was an emotional tug of war raging inside of me as I realized that his needs could possibly change my life forever.

I don’t think I realized until right then how much I loved my time with George, the privacy we could enjoy, the privilege of being able to come home from the pressures of the day, tune everything and everyone else out and just enjoy each other. Not that I was really good at that, tuning it all out, so maybe when this season is done, if I have any energy left, I’ll appreciate those opportunities quite a bit more and not take them for granted.

So there I was, in this massive emotional tug of war, torn between my desire to help and the desires of my flesh, which basically are summed up in not wanting my space invaded and my life turned upside down, not wanting any bumps in my marriage, which I knew in my gut would be there and rear their ugly selves once he moved in. Also churning in my gut was the realization that He had allowed this circumstance to enter our lives at that moment for His reasons, like it or not.

I can honestly say that a couple of those reasons were revealed quickly and many more unraveled as the months, weeks and days went by, sometimes quickly, but more often than not, painfully slow so as to reveal the lessons to be learned.

Just days before Bryce sat on the couch before us, humbly pleading with us for help through his tears, he had called his dad and given him a sort of heads-up about wanting to come home. When George had told me, I remember thinking, hoping that his desire to move back home would pass, but it didn’t. With the day looming over me for Bryce to come and talk with us, George and I haphazardly tried to lay down some sort of foundation of what we could agree on as “rules to live by” in order for him to return home.

Don’t get me wrong; I was willing to help, and yet the problems that had been a part of his living with us previously kept coming to the forefront of my mind. I convinced myself that Bryce coming home was another chance for him and his dad, another chance for us all to get it right.

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Join me Thursday for more of Nana Holds. Tomorrow I have a divine appointment to share with you so come back when you can tomorrow for a little break. In the meantime, reach out and make it a great day for someone else.

Blessings,

Evinda, aka, Nana!

 

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