As my daughter journeys through middle school, and especially as a result of her being in this play on bullying, I’ve been revisiting, or rather resisting revisiting, my own mostly-traumatic middle school years. This brought special resonance to Milton’s post this morning:
Like Lazarus coming out of the tomb still bound up by the grave clothes, though I know how deeply and unconditionally I am loved by God and by Ginger (I’ll start with those two), I stumble around still tied up because I don’t know how to loosen and lose all that keeps me from being fully alive and aware that I am so loved.
Whew. Never heard it put quite so succinctly and powerfully. Yeah, I’ll affirm that.
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