my son is sucking on his bear even as he sleeps.

he’s only 18 months old and his cheeks are red as apples and i didn’t know being a mother would be this hard.  Elizabeth Stone says that having a child is like watching your heart walk around outside of your body, but it’s more than that: it’s like watching your heart tiptoe near the edge of jagged cliffs, all day long, and you only have two arms and two legs and no matter how hard you try —

you can’t get there fast enough. you can’t save them.

and maybe you can keep them safe for awhile, but you can’t save them from hell, ever. you can’t save anyone from hell, ever. you can only pray that the grace of God finds them…

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