I was going through a hard season with one of our boys. Fights, angry words, hatred in the eyes because of every word I spoke. I was the loser-mom in his eyes.
His hard heart about broke mine.
The back talk, the disrespect, the hate-laced words gouged holes my spirit until it felt as pocked as the moon.
This wasn’t a day’s worth of struggle. This was weeks. The constant ripping apart within me left me depleted and weary.