Thank you for the musical acceptance and appreciation, Jenny. I'm glad you know I didn't leave you. I didn't leave the little girl. Not in the way you feared that brought you so much distress. I stuck around on Wednesday evening and you know that wasn't easy for me. The therapist stuck around, too. And so did the husband and so did Grace. I said it to the therapist once a long time ago and now I'm saying it to you... "I don't think there is no God, I think I AM God. And so are you. And so is (husband). And so are the people who live next door. And so is the lady who works at the grocery checkout. That is both good and scary, don't you think?"
One of us, indeed. Now that we're both on the same page...
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"God" is a real sore point for me as a "fallen" Catholic. I can't contend with the idea that a decent God would allow so much pain.
ReplyDeleteI hear you, Lily. Maybe any 'god' is really just us regular slobs.
ReplyDeleteAnd who says god is decent? Maybe sometimes yes, and maybe sometimes no.
ReplyDeleteI often ask myself the same thing...but I know that I exist, and I will never desert you!
ReplyDelete(((LYNN)))