My sixteen year old daughter had plans to hang out with a girlfriend. The friend asked to cancel at the last minute. The reason? She had a breakup with her boyfriend and did not feel up to going out. She lost her first of many feathers. Not quite a sprang or a break in the wing but a slight tear. A very early tear.
Women will love with a broken wing for too many reasons to share. We are nurturers, we forgive easily, we believe big and in vivid vibrant colors. We give of ourselves generously. We do. I have a girlfriend tell me just today, "Women stay even if we are broken. But we are always seeking to heal our heart." I believe that. As she was saying it, my heart was nodding in agreement. I found what she said profoundly true. Men often grossly underestimate what women will do to find healing.
I have a friend who is a divorce attorney in Texas. She told me once over sushi, that by the time women make it to her they are done, finished, finito, terminado. Men on the other hand, come with these women ready to do anything and everything to save it. I asked her why that is? Her response, because by the time women come they had been trying to save it all along. With a broken wing I imagine.
Once the wing is broken no matter we will try to carry on. We will take care of the children and stay for the children. Women will continue to care for the home, plan vacations, attend church on the front pew. We will spray our pillow cases with lavender, put out fresh flowers and cook dinner following tedious recipes. Even with a broken wing.
Thing is each vacation, each Sunday service, each meal prepared she realizes without complete healing, her love will never again take flight. And the longer the wing is broken the wing will never be itself again.
Next time you see someone you know with a broken wing, give her a hug. Whisper in her ear, "I understand. I stand with you. I pray for the healing in your wing."
I pray for healing in all wings.
Women will love with a broken wing for too many reasons to share. We are nurturers, we forgive easily, we believe big and in vivid vibrant colors. We give of ourselves generously. We do. I have a girlfriend tell me just today, "Women stay even if we are broken. But we are always seeking to heal our heart." I believe that. As she was saying it, my heart was nodding in agreement. I found what she said profoundly true. Men often grossly underestimate what women will do to find healing.
I have a friend who is a divorce attorney in Texas. She told me once over sushi, that by the time women make it to her they are done, finished, finito, terminado. Men on the other hand, come with these women ready to do anything and everything to save it. I asked her why that is? Her response, because by the time women come they had been trying to save it all along. With a broken wing I imagine.
Once the wing is broken no matter we will try to carry on. We will take care of the children and stay for the children. Women will continue to care for the home, plan vacations, attend church on the front pew. We will spray our pillow cases with lavender, put out fresh flowers and cook dinner following tedious recipes. Even with a broken wing.
Thing is each vacation, each Sunday service, each meal prepared she realizes without complete healing, her love will never again take flight. And the longer the wing is broken the wing will never be itself again.
Next time you see someone you know with a broken wing, give her a hug. Whisper in her ear, "I understand. I stand with you. I pray for the healing in your wing."
I pray for healing in all wings.
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