Some place i need to be to speak to your ears that cant hear me. your ears hear the heavenly stuff, i only hear tinnitus. A walk in the wild flower preserve of shenk’s ferry suggests a place to talk in-audibly about how its going now that you aren’t here. now that I have a void deeper then the valley of Mertensia. Sitting alone in the watering hole is…
Another friend taken early, propelled my kayak down griefs rapids yet again.
How do you get a best friend ? at 62 now the pool is thin. reconciliation from the Lord of friends is a sure bet. tangible sacraments maintain a reality to the age/ eternity connection. observation of adult child and mom repairing a rift is a hallelujah moment.
So, thats the back ground beyond the fire wall.
The fore ground is more positive.
There is this objective to complete certain things while i can still move. such as visiting a personal trainer. after last year not being able to move from a herniated disk i’m not just going to go to a gym but be very sure about form in lifting weights and direction on whole body strengthening.
other things include building my own pond, nicer road bike, a box of cigars and a bottle of scotch…
church, living after a broken dream in burn out. its harder to go just beyond knowing i’m secure in faith, to enjoying a congregation. we’ve joined a care group which is probably the saving factor in balancing the bureaucratic inconsistency of how the gospel is demonstrated in a church ideology and balancing the gospel in genuine friendships.