The year was 1930. The setting was LaCrosse, Kansas in the middle of the depression and the dust bowl. Everybody was hurting in this tiny town. As Bryce Logan let the screen door shut behind him, he kept his eyes pointed west and didn’t bother to look back. His wife would offer her ccd best and chase him with the words, “BRYCE, don’t go.” Huddled behind Anna were her two children age 10 and 5.
Speechless…
Marie Logan Scott, my mom, recalled this story and the dad that abandoned her at the tender age of 5. Mom’s 89 now, and remembers this wound as if it just happened. She was putting her makeup on as she spoke and told me she takes her time getting ready because she wants to look better on the outside then she feels on the inside. My heart hurt hearing her recall her pain.
My mom is super strong and wouldn’t want you to feel sorry for her. She is a stubborn, giving German and doesn’t often let anybody see her sad side. She has lived alone for 18 years in the home she shared with Dad until cancer ripped him from her. She had both knees replaced a few years ago and rehabbed them like a banchee so she doesn’t need a cane or a wheelchair. She has migrains and all kinda aches and pains. None of them compare to the scar tissue from the wound that just won’t heal.
Today, somebody is thinking of leaving those they love because it would be easier to turn and let the screen door hit their backside. Before you quit, before you walk on, before you leave them behind, do me a favor…
Turn around and remember the pain you are about to run from has a home and unlike you, its got nowhere to go. Think about the deep, lasting 84 year scar you are heaving on a little one. Close your eyes. Ask God for help. And, turn toward your pain, own your piece, and model the way. The next generation thanks you.
Thanks Mom for giving me the gift you never really received. Thanks, Mom.
And, God help me pass it on…
BUILT TO LEAD 