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Love your children well

A young couple is strapped down with apparatuses to carry their children. The father has a contraption that carries the eldest on his back, but could easily be adapted to a backpacking tour of Europe. The mother has a softer pocket for the youngest in front of her, as if she were a kangaroo carrying her joey. She also has the dog's leash in hand, completing the portrait of domestic bliss. Regardless of their extensive equipment, I hope they love their children well. You just never know how much time you have.

It's Memorial Day again, so no wonder my emotions are on inside out. "When the response doesn't equal the stimulus, there must be another stimulus." It's probably why I'm thinking so much about relationships, too. Everything's misdirected and out of joint. In my dreams I found myself longing for Maryland, a different past than the one I usually remember today. It's settling back down, but it took me until eleven to shower and get out of the house.

I have a lot to sort out.


I am praying for you- truly. I'm believing more and more recently that God is longing to heal our hurts and restore hearts and minds to peace and trust in Him.
Did I ever tell you about my theory concerning "a body that suffers is done with sin"?

Of course... grieving for the fallenness of the world and the brokenness of people is right in line with His heart. He is even more outraged than you at how we hurt each other.
I haven't heard your theory, but I'd like to. Thanks for your prayers.

different past

If your past were different, then your present would be as well...so, those you are ministering to now would be without that. I know where you are coming from..I often think it myself. You are in my prayers.

Re: different past

Thanks for your prayers. I don't even know where I'm coming from, but we're all a little cracked about the head, and none of us can go back anyway (for the most part).