The words “I’m sorry” are emotional and empathetic. For me, they have the ability to swing wide the gates to forgiveness.
My father lowered his voice and was almost speaking in a whisper as he told me how much he loves me. It was then that I realized that this meeting really was for all three of us. It wasn’t just about me and what I needed to hear. My dad had suffered through his own 52+ years of misery.
Following is an entry from my Journal written a few years ago. Last night in Bible study as we practiced how to disciple people, I asked Destiny the “Miracle Question: If God would perform a miracle in your life, what would you ask him?” She answered, “that I would have a relationship with my dad”….
Just when I think of how hard this experience is on the family, I think of her, and realize I can’t fully understand the torment she must feel.
What used to be a childhood favorite pastime of mine, has now become my new adult addiction.
One day while my husband and I were vacationing in Belize we were casually walking along the beach. It was midday, but because the area is so rural, and our resort was quite a distance away from the town, the beach was secluded. It was just him and me as far as we could see….
No self-respecting southerner would ever be caught trapped in doors with kids at home and no way to make a peanut butter & jelly sandwich, or cereal for breakfast, or fluffy scrambled eggs. Those are the essentials to sustain cabin fever.
Realizing that life grows shorter with each new day makes me purposeful in how I spend my days.