The Owies are NOT always visible
When a child falls, we do not question their pain, their tears. We do not make them prove their pain by displaying torn skin, broken bones, or spewing blood. No, anyone with an ounce of care in their hearts reaches out to comfort them - wipe their tears, let them know they will, in fact, be okay. Somewhere along those years of growth, we forgot those moments of tender care, as adults, such nurturing is seen as being weak, and for the meek. Eventually, what gets passed down the generations are cycles that grow and deepen with each rotation of dysfunction churning. That child who once would have had adults reaching out, no longer does. It is how poison works, travelling through a system until there is no fight left within. You can trace that bruise on you today back along the generations of fallen dominos and all because we refuse to face the fact, humans are flawed. Using religion and faith as an umbrella does not shelter us from storms within....
