A gentle, cool rain is falling outside this morning. It is raining inside as well. The tears are many.
They are tears ...
of frustration at knowing what is wrong, yet no one else out there seems to understand nor believe that such things are happening.
of sadness that everyone in our family is being affected by this.
of exhaustion at trying to get this kid to understand that this family is trying to help, not hurt. Just how do you get her understand that.
of remembrance of the happy, impulsive, try anything, I want to help, creative, little girl who we brought into our family.
There are tears this morning, yet it is calm here at least for now and so there are also tears in thanksgiving for a few minutes of peace.