We find by losing. We hold fast by letting
go. We become something new by
ceasing to be something old. This seems
to be close to the heart of that mystery.
I know no more now than I ever did
about the far side of death as the last
letting-go of all, but now I know that
I do not need to know, and that I do
not need to be afraid of not knowing.
God knows. That is all that matters.
Frederick Buechner
go. We become something new by
ceasing to be something old. This seems
to be close to the heart of that mystery.
I know no more now than I ever did
about the far side of death as the last
letting-go of all, but now I know that
I do not need to know, and that I do
not need to be afraid of not knowing.
God knows. That is all that matters.
Frederick Buechner
Good morning everyone. Coffee is ready and tasting good. It's raining out there this morning, and they are predicting wind and rain all day. Not too cold out, though. Later this morning I am headed out to Spanish class. I did end up playing hooky yesterday, but I won't miss Spanish. I love this class. Besides, I have to buy my pudding parfait for tomorrow.
Today is the anniversary of Miss Minga's death, and yesterday I just broke down. I'm missing my little girl so much. The other day I could have sworn I heard her sneeze. She's letting me know that she is still with me. That offers me some comfort, but when I look down and she is not sleeping at my feet, the tears start to flow.
Otherwise, nothing much happening here. Life is good.
Here's a toast to sweet Miss Minga, gone but not forgotten.
ReplyDeleteThey wind their paws deep into our heartstrings don't they?
ReplyDeleteGet better soon.