S.M. stared at the television, but he wasn’t really watching the show. I kept glancing at him in the silence. A new romance book was open, but I must have re-read the first line twenty times before I realized the futility of reading tonight.
We just found out some information from a distant family member about his immediate family regarding a life and death situation that had been going on for a week now. Family problems are painful, especially when there are secrets. S.M. was furious.
I leaned into the cushions of the couch, silently talking to God about all this. I don’t understand how family can hurt each other. Aren’t we supposed to trust each other? That blood is thicker than water kind of family, knit together by love and history? Aren’t we supposed to treat each other better than how we treat our friends?
Friends, I wish I could go into the details, but some things shouldn’t be public information.
Some situations require silence and companionship. Nothing irks people in pain more than cliche sayings.
So I put down my book, move to his couch, and snuggle next to him, laying my head on his shoulder. I whisper about what God is doing in his family, how lives are changing. Some prayer takes a lot of time before an answer is seen.
The scripture that I thought of was, “For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. (Ephesians 6:12).”
S.M. went to work this morning. He text me later saying how depressed he felt still.
See? Issues and problems happen in every family, not just Mormon ones.
Every family unit has their fruit and nuts.