When your beloved newly driver licensed teenager child is late coming home in their first car...are you counting up the wrongs to throw in their face when they present themselves? Or do you watch the door with barely able to be contained grief at the thought they may never walk back in and you could lose them for good? Is the gnawing pain of their unknown condition relaxing or does it make you pace the floor in desperate anguish and torrential worry?
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As above...so below. God doesn't want to accuse you, he wants you home is all...