I've watched her mature with each passing year. I've held her as she cried, wiped away each tear. I've begged and I've pleaded for God to intervene. I've screamed and I've shouted there's no rest in between. She rages like a river restless and wild. She moves from sad to angry her tempers anything but mild. I've searched and I have prayed looking for an answer as to why. I've questioned myself and everything else with tortured sighs. I wait for the next mood swing to take her gentle manner away. I pray it wont come but I know it will either way. Today an answer came and relief swept through. Yet the blessing is a curse leaving me not knowing what to do.
