Chapter 22 Hera

• “Perhaps you could show her kindness, then, instead of expecting competence. Patience is a gift you give to others, but it is a greater gift you give to yourself, for it brings peace.” He paused, and Hera could feel his presence, massive and quiet, filling the small space. “Are there any other… internal struggles?”
• Hera’s chest felt tight. This was the moment. The space for the real confession. She desperately wanted to say: Father, I have an internal struggle that consumes me. I love a man who is not mine. I picture his face when I pray. I hear his voice when I read Scripture. And I dream of him.
• Instead, she swallowed the truth, a bitter pill. “I… I have been neglecting my prayers, Father. My spiritual discipline is weak. I find my mind wandering when I should be focused on God.”