I'm finding deep sorrow in this season and I don't know how else to phrase it.
And it's not necessarily for me but it is for my sons, one in particular. I grieve his loss of wonder and wilderment due to anxiety and emotions that at his age - I wish he would never experience.
I mourn that he feels left out, he feels bullied at times and that to him, embarrassment is the ultimate ending to a friendship and his biggest fear. It shouldn't be this way. He shouldn't have to deal with life in this manner. And the isolation is almost unbearable. He has gifts that he doesn't even know about because he fears beginning new things.
He despises when we leave the house because he will "waste time" when he could be doing something else.
Despair to deliverance - this is God's promise. Mercy Lord, please Mercy
