Friday, March 03, 2006
I picked up this book to read before I start Great Lent.
Marjorie writes "When I was eleven, maybe twelve, during the unhappiest period in my life, I remember being turned speechless by a painting of Christ. It's all blurry now, surreal almost, and the only thing I remember is His eyes. They were so grave, so deep, so loving; they shook me to the core."
As my children are about to leave the age of ten behind... I worry - will these be unhappy years fraught with confusion and unknowing. How can I help them navigate adolsecence in this world? My own heart aches.