Everything broken tonight.
Kids all crying.
Hurt by the world.
By the hands of adults that are supposed to love.
My nine year old learns that she can't trust.
And sits out in the car crying her eyes swollen.
Just like her mama.
The storm surges around us.
And how can I get them to turn to the Savior?
The only crag to cling to on this slippery ledge.
And the lashes it leaves on the tender backs.