Every single one of us has been wounded by our parents, even though those injuries were sometimes unintended. A parent sometimes wounds a child for years. Both child and parent bear the burden of the wound. We wound others because of fear caused by the pain of our own wounds. Wounding creates fear.
Fear creates wounding.
The woundings Mama gave me were unintentional, but I still ran in tears all the way down our long dirt driveway. Before I saw the first picture in my first Bible, I knew what holy ground was. It was a little patch of pines at the end of the driveway where I could hide and cry. I sometimes still seek that place. Dad taught me to believe in holy places between people and the safety they provide.