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Show 6fo Chapter Sixteen I no longer dreamed of being in the back seat of a car that no one was driving, no longer dreamed of going over the edge of a cliff. The need to pass judgement had passed from my relationship with my father, replaced by something healthier, more humble -- the portal of mutual acceptance. Healing seemed more important than doctrinal disputes regarding the plan of salvation. When I saw my father on 6 street or at a wedding, I drew genuine warmth from our greeting. When I found his car parked in my mother's carport didn't feel the urge to drive away. Instead, there was a reaching-out of mind and heart. It was a different sort of love than I had felt in earlier years when my emotions about father and family behaved like palsied limbs that would not be subdued. The confrontation of our two selves had some how freed me, f°r my father no longer seemed fused like a heavy beacon to ffly conscience, searching out the shadows of my past. He no longer blotted out the other members of my family, overshadowing |
