Hello I'm the guy who sits next to you And reads the newspaper over your shoulder Wait Don't turn the page I'm not finished Life is so uncertain Ain't that the truth! What to say? What to say? Will I have enough to say? Um, yeah. Will it be coherent? That's another thing, entirely. It is not good for man to be alone. And yet, we so readily isolate. Physically, emotionally, or spiritually. I am a rock. I am an island. Well, not so. Not so. I can be just self-sufficient enough to sink that island kingdom of self. Gah. The thing I've hated the most is admitted my need for others. Crazy! But not a rarity. It's been a week. I thought we were safe from tornadoes here in Cali, but in fact, they just whip through looking a little different, sweeping y'all to Arizona. God willing, I'll be home to speak at our Women's conference tomorrow. The theme? Refuge, refuge, refuge. God's refuge in relationships. Coincidence? Well............. I've been working on just what to say the last few weeks. What part of my testimony to share? Now, I need to edit furiously. Twenty minutes is just a warmup. Where do I even begin? Too much too much too much. In these last few stressful days, we have taken so much comfort in the refuge offered in this refuse heap. I may go bald from all the hair-pulling (for real, I don't have enough to begin with), but I've been helped to calm through those praying with us. Focusing on difficult decisions and conversations, because of the family looking out for our boys without a thought. Fellow trainers, stepping right up to cover, when I was supposed to be covering them. No question. Friends answering our annoying questions. Nurses putting up with our ignorance. God has bombarded me with examples of the importance of community. Being knit in. Being shored up in order to shore others up on our end. It's a might fantastic machine we've got boy. Forget the island, I already had a mountain of a witness to the story of OUR lives emerge from the last two years. Can we do a part two? Nah, no one needs to be subject to that much of my rambling. Look out for each other. Run to each other. Don't hide away from one another. You may become your own Bikini Atoll. Bombs away. No safety there. What Cornflakes are to Post Toasties, What the clear blue sky is to the deep blue sea, What Hank Williams is to Neil Armstrong, can you doubt we were made for each other? Lyle Lovett- Here I Am
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5/7/2021 01:12:48 am
This is one of the saddest blogs that I have read in a while. I am not a person who enjoys reading sad blogs, but your work has always been one of my favorites. I am just happy that there are still people like you who can write in such a why. Believe me, there are people who need to do this more often. I hope that I can make something happen for you. I truly wish that it can be that way.
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11/16/2022 03:44:54 am
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