I looked my 11 year old daughter in her big round, brown eyes. I had called her into the kitchen where I was cooking supper, because i suddenly realized I had said a horrible thing to her and I had to make it right. In those big, beautiful tender eyes I saw fear and dread. I had done that. I had put that dread and fear in her heart that came spilling out of her eyes. She stood there timidly, waiting to hear what I wanted to say and my heart broke a little inside my chest.
monsters and waves
we get ourselves into trouble. everything gets clouded and starts to swirl. the waves on the ocean that looked like they would have made great surfing, suddenly are monsters trying to devour us with one gulp. when our hearts begin to rage and cry out we start grasping like a drowning man for whatever is …
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