Do Justice. Love Mercy. Walk Humbly.
Relationships of value are worth fighting for. They’re worth the difficult exchanges and awkward conversations and heated words needed to try to rescue them.
Love keeps seeking the words that will reach the heart.
Silence in a relationship may indeed be the final outcome, but it should be one arrived at together. It should only come as a mutual surrender reached in a war that proves to have no other resolution.
When it comes to the people who matter to us, it is never good or right to turn a dialogue into a monologue, no matter how much we disagree with them.
To those who’ve gone silent in our lives: We hear it.
We would prefer to hear you.
April 6th, 2015
Constance, I have password protected many posts, for reasons of seeking to be certain that I am protecting myself. If you want to read those posts, you will need to identify yourself to me via email, and then I can send you the post if you are a “safe” person.
I also will redact these communiques, as I want to make certain that I am on the high road in every single way when it comes to the events of my last year.
There is nothing there that I am ashamed of or would hide from…I want to be sure that my word is kept sacrosanct.
Constance…the timing of God never ceases to amaze. Events of Holy Week this year…events of great import and significance took place.
And on In The Grave Day, I heard a missive written about me, a little to me, or maybe indirectly all to me, I don’t know.
It was the worst thing I have ever heard in my life, and as such it chokes my heart. I guess what was ultimately most sorrowful was to see how deeply broken and in pain the writer was in spite of what were my best and highest efforts and intentions…and obviously woefully short of the mark in every single facet, bar none.
It cut off response, for it declared all of who I was null and void and all of who I am pathetic and weak.
Well, I left that missive in the grave on Sunday, and simply have no choice but to go on, forgetting what lies behind and pressing on to be more yielded, more surrendered, taking hold of Them Who have taken hold of me.
But I will comment in this one way:
I love you with inexpressible beyond understanding love.
I miss you terribly.
I am so sorry that so much of what I desired, intended, was received and twisted into this present snarl.
I get it now, Papa…why Your one and only answer to every question hurled in Your Face by Your creatures was to take on our form, and come to our existence, and be crucified horribly suffering all things in Yourself.