Its me again Margeret

I just spent a great deal of time working on a few posts about love and influence, and yes, the posts include scripture and the Lord and all of this spiritual stuff.  While I love that and love to meditate on those things, I think its time I be a little more practical, if that's the right word. 

Sometimes we can get so wrapped up in the higher stuff that we can no longer relate.  Sometimes I find that I often hide my personality behind my spirituality.  I am still human.  I hurt.  I cry.  I worry.  I laugh obniouxously!  Snort even!!  I struggle.  I succeed.  Basically, I live!

The past two weeks have turned my world upside down.  Yes, this stuff with my brother has really sucked.  And thank you all again for your prayers.  I have the bestest friends and family ever!  But there has been so much good that has come from this ordeal.  There has been a lot of healing and reconciliation amongst the family.  Everyone has gotten closer.  For these moments, love is overflowing as it should be.  I hope it all continues.

I think we all need those wake up calls from time to time.  If only we could notice the important things in life without tragedy having to strike.  If we wouldn't fall asleep, we'd never need a wake up call.

I've never in all of my life shared such a sweet, pure, honest conversation with my brother as I did the first night I visited with him.  To see such a hardcore, no holds barred man, insist I make peace with my sister, was baffling.  For me to tenderly touch him, caress his hair like a mother would dote on her child was so natural yet a first for us.  Sheltering my sister as she sobbed...my God..these things are all that matter!!  Why, why are we so hard and closed off most of the time?  Why can we not just slow down and enjoy each other without having to rush from moment to moment?  Why can't we shut up long enough to listen to each other?  Why do we not greet each other with open arms and patiently linger in embraces?  Why do we not rush to other's aid without first selfishly considering ourselves or rushing to judge the worthiness of the needy?  I see it.  I see it so clearly now.  I know what I want to be when I grow up.  I want to be like my Daddy.