Thursday, October 24, 2013
10 years later
Today, I allow myself to be as I am. Today I let slip my striving to make it make sense, to shape it into a thing that I can manage. I acknowledge that it was, and that it was too much for me. Belatedly, I allow myself to have been frightened and sad and lost . . . and even angry. Grateful to be found, to be allowed to be too small, I am gladly quiet. I am weary of the hard and the cold. I am learning to be comforted.
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It's so hard, isn't it? Even having had my daddy for nearly 60 years, it's hard. Will you pray for a student of mine, Virginia, whose father collapsed of a massive stroke the day before Thanksgiving and, barring a true miracle, will die soon? I know that you know something of her pain. God bless you, dear heart.
ReplyDeleteOh, yes, I will pray for Virginia. Love to you and to her.
DeleteI am glad that you are learning to be comforted and to comfort as well. This weeks post is testament to that. It looks like your father was 6 months younger than I.
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Thanks, Newell. Yes, I find the learning to receive and give comfort wonderful.
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