Keep ’em open
This whole blogosphere stuff is really something to behold, you know? I felt a pang of guilt the other day, remembering a time a few years back that I offended J with some snarky comment about a site he liked where people posted pictures of their computer/speaker/tv/etc. set ups and gave detailed explanations of such. It seemed so silly to me at the time. And despite apologizing in words, my heart still felt the same. I have a greater appreciation for that site, and it’s meaning for J, now. I mean, really, how different is that than me posting some picture of my goofy kids or a beautiful blossom on a tree? And, now that I’m invested in the lives of so many wonderful people out there-many of whom I’ve never met, I can’t imagine NOT having these connections. The people in our lives-whether we’ve know them for years or only read their words on a glowing screen-can inspire us. This week I will bring you some tales of inspiration I see around me. Some are happy, some really, really sad, but they all have something to teach us.
Here is my first:
I have this dear friend from college who is struggling, I mean really struggling, in her marriage. They have three young children and she has devoted herself to them to the point that she has lost her sense of self. She has little contact with other moms. I’m not certain if they even have an internet connection, as I’ve never received anything from her via the web. She feels isolated and lost-the reasons many fine blog writers began writing in the first place-and, sadly, her marriage is suffering because of it. I pray for her daily; for healing of her heart, for her dear husband who wants nothing but happiness for her, for strength for her to take action against the demons working in her life, for her children-may they see their mom value her needs and not ignore them. I wish that I could fix it all for her, but know that I cannot. This is something she must do for herself…it stands to be a defining moment in her life.
I vow to love and care for myself. Not for my children. Not for my husband. Not for my parents. For ME!