God is good! For the better part of 10 years I've spent my
time mired in self pity wanting but afraid to move on, follow a passion look
forward instead of backwards now I am why because a few month ago I got on my knees and asked
God to work on me. Is that work done NO! I am a major work in progress for sure
please join me and read along as I detail my journey one day at a time.
I'm a huge Dylan fan, a lifelong appreciation that began the
first time I heard "Rainy Day Woman#13&35" and has continued on
past the naming of my second son as Dylan Harlan Hansen. Along the musical
journey with Dylan I discovered CS Lewis
C.S. Lewis Daily
TO PETER BIDE: On bereavement.
14 July 1960
Joy died at 10 o’clock last night in the [hospital]. I was alone with her at
the moment, but she was not conscious. I had never seen the moment of natural
death before. It was far less dreadful than I had expected—indeed there’s
nothing to it. Pray for her soul. I have prayed twice daily of late for us
four together—you and Margy and me and Joy. I shall continue for you two.
I can’t understand my loss yet and hardly (except for brief but terrible
moments) feel more than a kind of bewilderment, almost a psychological
paralysis. A bit like the first moments after being hit by a shell.
I’d like to meet. Perhaps I could come up to town some day when you are in
town and take you to lunch at the Athenaeum. For I am—oh God that I were
not—very free now. One doesn’t realize in early life that the price of freedom
is loneliness. To be happy one must be tied. God bless all three of us.
TO PETER BIDE: On bereavement.
14 July 1960
Joy died at 10 o’clock last night in the [hospital]. I was alone with her at
the moment, but she was not conscious. I had never seen the moment of natural
death before. It was far less dreadful than I had expected—indeed there’s
nothing to it. Pray for her soul. I have prayed twice daily of late for us
four together—you and Margy and me and Joy. I shall continue for you two.
I can’t understand my loss yet and hardly (except for brief but terrible
moments) feel more than a kind of bewilderment, almost a psychological
paralysis. A bit like the first moments after being hit by a shell.
I’d like to meet. Perhaps I could come up to town some day when you are in
town and take you to lunch at the Athenaeum. For I am—oh God that I were
not—very free now. One doesn’t realize in early life that the price of freedom
is loneliness. To be happy one must be tied. God bless all three of us.
To this day I don't know why
I couldn't just cry the day my Momma died.
Scripture
Titus 2:2
Tell the older men to be sober, dignified, sensible, and healthy in respect to
their faith, love, and patience.
Tell the older men to be sober, dignified, sensible, and healthy in respect to
their faith, love, and patience.
Observation
When I die that would make a
really sweet as tombstone
Application
One moment at a time just
live in that moment and say what would Jesus Do
Prayer
Almighty God thank you for
where I am this morning don't let me forget it either
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