My one and only little bro moved to San Francisco for at least 7 months on a work-related assignment this past week. We had a going away dinner for him, and I had to hold back tears when my non-emotional mother began crying at our good-byes. What is it about mother's crying that gets me going? I know it's just a short time, but I still think of Matt as my baby brother. He's all grown up and he's out exploring the world! I can't wait to hear all the stories he comes home with..... in the mean time, I plan to watch reruns of The O.C. just to feel close to him. Love you bro!!!
Heartache and hard times seem to come like heat: in waves. Right now, I feel I have escaped the wave. I feel a sense of respite and relief. My world doesn't seem to be hanging in the balance of the next uncertainty. However, I feel the wave around me in the lives of others. It feels as if I'm sitting in the middle of my sweet autumn breeze while I'm hearing story after story of diagnosis, loss, and turmoil. Once upon a time, I would anxiously pray and wonder when my time of turmoil would next hit, but I've had my share of storms since then. Now I can praise God in good times, knowing the hard will come again. Instead of living in fear, I feel assurance that I will again experience respite and joy, and one day all my sorrows will cease when I leave this body. There's no sense in trying to avoid waves; if you have someone bigger, who created the oceans, then you can live at a level of ease no matter your circumstances. When I hear of these hurts, my heart hurts too, b...
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