A friend called about something happening in his blended family. One of the adult kids had been overseas for years. While he was gone, life kept moving — rooms changed, routines shifted, a little brother arrived. When he came home, he moved through the house like he wasn't sure where he fit anymore. His stepmom said, "It's almost like I should apologize." I told her no. You don't apologize for your child. But you can sit with someone in their pain.

Someone I love deeply put me in a difficult position. For more than a year I waited on something I paid for, something I needed to complete a project involving real people and real timelines. I kept hearing the same promises. Another delay. Another broken promise. I gave grace until something in me got quiet. Not angry. Just clear. I had spent more energy protecting the relationship than protecting my peace. So I had the conversation. The come-to-Jesus one.