So, I pulled the poor thing out of the pot, setting it on a nearby wagon. It seemed there was no hope, but it seemed worth a try.
That evening, it rained like crazy and the next morning I went out to see the plant, thinking it was totally wiped out by the heavy rains.
But, no! it’s leaves were popping up to the sky again.
I couldn’t believe my eyes!
Sherrie couldn’t figure out why life’s circumstance felt like she was being painted into a corner. As a control freak, this was incredibly distressing. What she didn’t realize is that she was at the threshold of healing. A MRI of her adoptee heart clarified the diagnosis.
Celebrating the Scab Over Verrier’s Primal Wound. Is it really possible for adopted, fostered, or step children to heal from such a profound wound? In order to know the answer, we must study what healing looks like here.