It's not easy though. I like to fix things. Fix people.
So, instead I sit and listen. I put the brakes on when it crosses the line from a woman verbally thinking out loud to dumping manure on my spirit for the depth of hurt emotion they have.
I've gotten good at saying, "Hmmm..." and "Have you told them that?"
I wonder if this is preparation for when my children are in their teen years?
Here's what I've learned from keeping my nose out of it: I pray a whole lot more.
Sounds like something I should have been doing all along.