Lately, I’ve been thinking about my siblings. We hardly speak. Family is hard. Offense can run deep and sever relationships, sometimes forever.
Though I spent my first 15 years with them, our lives diverged. While love remains planted, time either grows or hardens us. You don’t need to know someone to love them—but it hurts when you don’t know how to help their pain. Still, I believe pain doesn’t get the final word—love remains, even in silence.