I wrote “He (God) gives us all gifts to cherish. moments that are ours alone. memories. snapshots of time well spent.” in a post honoring my Dad in December of 2015. I was reminded of it today as i sat down to the prompt:capture.
Read the rest here: AND WE SPEAK.
I miss him every day.
When I see a hunched, old man walking in a store.
When I smell cigarette smoke.
When I drive by his church.
When I rub oil into my forearm that bares his memorial.
When his HEAVEN BIRTHday comes and goes.
My man and I laughed about Dad’s antics today. About my memories of him…
And I miss him.
“Snapshots of time well spent” keep him so very real in my mind. And in my heart.
Life never stops.
It moves on with or without you.
Throw Rocks In The Rushing River.
Let them pile up.
Choose to not let the river rush you.
Watch it calm.
In The Four Loves C.S. Lewis writes:
There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket—safe, dark, motionless, airless—it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside of heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is hell.
closing yourself off is MUCH easier than loving people. Continue reading
walking in his boots. up to my hips in daddy’s shoes.
sitting in his lap watching tv.
changes. in me. in him. in time.
then enough time changes.
and i’m a grown woman and he an older version of my daddy.
of life. of memories shared from his childhood.
revealing a bit more of his life that i never thought to ask about.
we speak now.
of life; of mine. of his.
and i miss him
i read A Grief Observed by C.S. Lewis last night.
i love how he writes! i’ve only read a few of his books:Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold, The Great Divorce, and The Chronicles of Narnia. all are amazing books, but all are fiction. A Grief Observed is definitely NOT!
i was moved by it because his rawness, anger, and questions are all ones that, if we were honest with ourselves, we have all had.
would i recommend it? I’M NOT SURE! Continue reading
I bind unto myself today
The strong Name of the Trinity,
By invocation of the same,
The Three in One and One in Three. Continue reading