BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

We know so little about each other and what goes on "behind closed doors".

This evening Melissa and I walked through our neighborhood in the dark, critiquing our neighbors' Christmas decorations. As we passed a particular two story brick house, I pointed and said, "That's the house." Through a wide window we could see a large, beautiful Christmas tree. The house was peaceful. It seemed warm and inviting.

But yesterday morning I was running Ginger through this same neighborhood in the dark of 6:00 am. 

And as I passed this same house, I heard a loud and angry teenage voice screaming from the upstairs, "I [expletive] HATE you! You're a [expletive] liar. All you do is lie! I [expletive] HATE YOU!" And then a door slammed very loudly. 

How incredibly sad. As I continued running, I prayed for true peace in that household.

And I wondered if that teen girl had anyone she could turn to.

And I wondered if those parents had anyone they could turn to.