whispered wind and cracked cement

I cried almost every time my family left for church for about a year.

I missed church.  I had loved church.

Staying home was hard.

I even watched the online sacrament meeting for six months because giving it up was difficult. 

I felt God say, but in a feeling, that was okay for me to do.  Even though I knew He had guided me to step away, I felt His great love and understanding that this was hard and I felt no judgment if I needed to watch for a while.

I was reminded of His tender kindness.  And my family mostly did not see my tears.  But God saw them.  And only He knew how painful this was for me.