“Love one another as I have loved you.” John 15:12
My first-born’s backpack swung into the car. Slumped down and defeated, she struggled for the strength to pull her seat belt on. This had become an ordinary end to her third-grade school day, and the lump in my throat swelled as the hurt visibly started to drip down her face.
“I told her that wasn’t a nice thing to say, Mom,” she reported back one day, “and she yelled at me!”
The two girls had come to a bridge that my daughter refused to cross. The friendship she held most dear became the first one she had to let go of. Back at home, I held my heartbroken tween in my arms, and I felt a tug on my heart: Release.
Worse than seeing my girl crushed to pieces was knowing that she had followed me there. For seven years, I had found a way to forgive every offense and unfair hurt from the other girl’s mother, but her behavior never changed in our friendship. I knew I had to do something for my sake and my daughter’s.
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