Goody Two Shoes in the Storm, Part 2
This storm was spiritual, upfront, attacking my family and friends.
We knew it was coming, my family and I; we expected it, but it still shook us and was very nasty.
It came in the form of cyber bullying by people that disagree with our decisions, lifestyle and beliefs.
My husband was overseas at the beginning of this storm. His office closed ranks. My eldest son took on some of the protective role of his father for the family. The untruths told about my family and friends were huge. Injustice bothers me-it bothers me greatly.
My good friend Alice felt it too, maybe for herself and maybe for me.
It happened gradually; we began to chat in the early mornings before the day got going.
Chatting turned to Skyping, Skyping to praying, praying to tears, tears to encouraging.
My husband returned but we continued. One day Alice was up and I was down, another she was down and I was up, and so we limped through the days.
On the last day, before it broke-this cloud of heaviness-when we realised this was a down day for both of us, I had said to her out of exasperation, “Ok, there is nothing more to do; let’s take a deep breath together, heads down, hold hands and walk forward.”
It was a comfort to know we were not alone. The very next day the Skype call was full of laughter and lightness, the heaviness had gone. Everything looked the same but we felt different. The storm had shifted; we had made it through together.
Thankful: For Alice and for together.