Yesterday was a bad day. If the Sound of Music writers knew what they were talking about, some of my favorite things would help. I think they were right. Beth and Peggy conspired to leave a package of Happy at my door.
I also had a lot of other friends to cheer me with their words and wishes and prayers. Thanks, friends. I know I’ll be okay. God is good.
After I picked my lower jaw up off the floor and left school Friday afternoon because for some reason I had absolutely no desire to be there any more (!), part of me wanted to just stop at your house and sit on your porch…ministry of the presence and all that…but I figured you’d either be driving in your truck somewhere (like out of state!) or already up in bed, so I’d be sitting there alone for hours on your porch. Max might occasionally come to a window and wonder what was going on out there, or Denis might be leaving or coming home and nodding to me with a quizical look on his face, but all in all it didn’t feel like it would accomplish the goal anyway. The goal? To remind you that you are not alone here…to give you opportunity to be silent, or to vent, as needed…to give you the hug God has been giving you “virtually” since your birth…to share your disbelief/anger/fear/whatever other of a dozen emotions you must have now…to tell you I love you, Brad. The only other thought that goes through my head right now (beyond getting my own affairs in order…) is that God better soon show us all how this glorifies Him and works together for good, ‘cuz I know you love Him and are called according to His purpose. And to apologize for ever giving the impression that a strong building/school administrator can be a relational leader – that is evidently and sadly not the case. And to remind you we still need a front yard garden planner at our house.
hey… I haven’t been visiting Bradaptationland much because I need some distance from all things BLS. But, as you know, news travels. I am sorry for what you are going through. Not being at BLS this year has been a year of grieving and relief, but I can say now in May, that I am feeling more solid about my decision. We had something special together, and that connection doesn’t change with geography. I still feel connected, even when I am purposefully staying away. Praying for you.
That package of happy make me happy… and also teary. Well done, Peggy and Beth.
I can’t seem to come up with anything to say that is printable. Maybe later.
My heart hurts.
I needed cold packs for my eyes this morning so I can go out in public.
My daughter was not home last night, but she knew I was upset about something. She sent me this text: “therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself., …” She said she heard it in chapel last week.
God has so many other good words for moments like these. It just doesn’t make the hurt go away right now … maybe later.
What everybody else said.
And your grace amazes me Brad! We’re all here for you….for whatever you need.
(PS) Beth wasn’t supposed to tell how the package got at your doorstep
God is good and perfect and wise and loving and caring and He will bless you through this “valley”. You have family and friends, Grandpa Hummel called them “the jewels in life” who are praying and loving and caring.