A Time To Heal
This is the sixth story in my series based on Ecclesiastes 3:1-11, A Time For Everything.
A TIME TO HEAL
Her hands trembled as she rounded the corner; her guilt weighed heavy in her gut. Old hurts and pointless arguments had kept them apart far too long. He glanced up as she walked in the room then his eyes grew wide. His body stilled. Her heart leapt as she stared into his face, frozen in shock.
Memories flashed through her mind—shoveling dirt, then holding her hand as they said goodbye to her first pet; teaching her to ride a bike and throw a right hook, just in case; skinned knees and broken hearts mended with a gentle hand and a scoop of Rocky Road.
Misunderstandings and miscommunication had brought them to this point. She’d clung to her righteous anger and his apologies had fallen on deaf ears. It was her turn to say sorry and his turn to accept or deny.
“It’s been a long time, sweetheart.” His voice shook. Heartache swirled in his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Dad.”
Her words hung in the air. She held her breath. The world seemed to stop and she was afraid it was too late. Then a smile spread across his aging face. He opened his arms wide and the world rushed back to life. Her head swam as reality set in.
Relief followed on its heels.
No more anger. No more pain. It was finally done.
Whatever happened next didn’t matter.
She was finally home.
Please read the sister-story, A Time To Kill.