I've see it all, I have seen the trees
I've seen the willow leaves dancing in the breeze
I've seen a man killed by his best friend,
and lives that were over before they were spent.
I've seen what I was, I know what I'll be
I've see it all, there is no more to see
Bjork (with Thom Yorke)
Remember the first time your heart hurt?
I remember walking home (1st grade). A little girl (second grader) yelled out (about me) "look at how ugly that girl is! I bet she doesn't have any friends, because she's so ugly!"
I remember my heart breaking finding out my 'first love'* cheated on me, more than once [*what I considered love then, and now, are considerably different].
I remember the guttural pain; learning my birth mother kept me a secret from her family and has no intention of meeting me.
I, like millions others, have my September 11th story. I wept, and wept for them. On the ten year anniversary, I didn't watch the specials. I still remember.
Over the past decade:
I've been to 3 grand-parents funerals.
I attended a funeral for sweet Ava, who fought CDH courageously for 47 days. Her mother's courage, still inspires me.
I watched an entire sanctuary fill up, to say goodbye to an amazing man, father, husband, son, and friend. He left his wife, and 3 kids behind. His kids are such beautiful souls. I know he is proud.
I watched a close friend prepare herself and her family for her mother in law's passing (breast cancer).
Then I saw the news on Friday, and I feel - like - I've seen it all. I don't like what I see. I don't want to see anymore. I only want what matters & is truly important. I want to live my life to please God. If I don't have Him, I have nothing. I pray I show God's love through: words, deeds, thoughts, and actions. I pray for the health & safety of my family, and my friends.
I pray for peace and comfort for the families devastated in CT.
