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  • Writer's pictureTrisha Lord

The gift of understanding



I've been blessed in my life to carry the wound of being misunderstood, and I have a son with the same wound. And there are many in our tribe! Recently, I was commiserating with my son about a friend who had disappointed him, more than once in the same weekend. His response: "Oh you know him, he is how he is." And later that day the friend came over; I heard them chatting, laughing and enthusing. Such loving understanding! Such a gift!

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