For I desire mercy, and not sacrifice; and the knowledge of God more than burnt offerings. Hosea 6:6
He sat across the table from me, eyes damp and swollen. I could smell the soft scent of cologne and red wine as my father studied my face sorrowfully.
He pointed towards the room upstairs where my son was seated and said, “He would not exist if I had not done this awful thing to you. He was a gift sent to help you because of what I have done. He is pure gold. He loves you so much, and you love him, and that is such a blessing for both of you. As for me, I have been punished because when I finally found my true love, we could not have any children. That is how I was repaid for what I did to you.” I closed my eyes and could not find any words for reply; I knew that my father needed this moment even more than I did.
When he had finished speaking, he hugged and kissed me and I climbed the stairs to my little bedroom. My heart was a giant paperweight in my chest. Only one matter is important now: to humbly participate in this redemptive work with an open and forgiving heart.
Drifting into the Divine ~♥~ 