Hi, I missed you . Each day you fill my thoughts as I collect stories to share or ideas to explore but my blogtime, I’m exhausted talk to you and fall asleep bloated with too much thought , much of it erased wit, their events merged so where to begin.
The Conference is over but the pace did not decrease. I wanted to tell you about Liz Murray, a lady of poise and purpose. She passionately articulated a message of hope which she infused guided her from homelessness to HARVARD.
Sitting at a table, with complete strangers , I cried as she spoke as I inwardly gave thanks for all the opportunities I enjoy. I was even more inspired when she wrote that I should grasp my dreams. Those dreams involve writing and yet despite my best intentions, weeks fly faster than words do.
Today, I reluctantly replaced my phone as it was broken. I don’t do well with new technology so I am relieved that I have some free time to get to grips with it.
Although nothing could dampen my sense of thankfulness as this weekend provided so many extra opportunities of God’s love and attention to the details of my life.
MY former friend and I spent Thursday evening without innuendos or referral to our failed relationship as he carefully completed my half finished table someone started three years ago. It helped hat I consider him a good person who could not love me as I needed. Nonetheless, it was great news to hear that two friends are hoping to end their separation. Paradoxically, being apart can renew one’ s feelings and love
The weekend also brought calls from friends cementing decades of friendships they gave my self esteem a boost.
Hey, lady! This is a lovely post, I especially am drawn to the part about grasping your dreams.
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