Today, I’m joining Five minute Friday. I want to go exactly where God leads, so today is a little different. I’m trying out fiction. So if you’re like me, and you can’t stand open endings, be warned – this has no ending. This is a fragment of Jenny’s story. Enjoy!
The slamming of the door. I can still see my small fingers wrapped around the curtain sheets. My heart slamming in my chest. Confusion filling my little body as I look out. Dad, don’t go. I haven’t been able to invite anyone in ever since.
I wish I could invite you in. I wish you could see all of me. But it’s just too risky. I mean, what would you think if you saw all my issues? Would you think me a fool, or maybe a nutcase? I don’t think I’m either. I have had it hard, but who hasn’t?
I love my parents. They chose to adopt me. They chose to love me. I love them. I just haven’t fully invited them in. It’s just too hard.
In His love,