The Divorced Son: Part Two | Reflections

I didn’t have many friends when I was growing up. Attachment wasn’t a thing I trusted. My Dad and Mom split up when I was 8, and I ended up having to go to a public school not long after. I had some friends in Calvary Christian, they were like family. Mrs. Blamb was like a mother to me. I remember the security I felt in that place. I remember the Christian flag that meant a lot to me, with its pure white dove. I remembered the Lord’s prayer, at least part of it. I remembered them because they were given to me by God. I had a perilous path to follow, and he equipped me with faith that would never leave me, though I would turn my face from it through anger and fear. So, all I had was my brother really. I loved him like the most precious person, probably because we needed ...