I am looking for the point to all of this everywhere.
I am seeking the message in the bottle.
I watch movies for the subplot or underlying meaning and see if I can apply it to my life, my plight. There is a line in the new Muppet movie that says ” I reflect on my reflection, what is the direction, that is the question…I don’t know”
Now that I can relate to.
In the book of Jeremiah, God tells Jeremiah to ” stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it and you will find rest for your soul.” Um, where is the direction for that intersection?
I’m looking for answers everywhere.
I keep watching the show, Long Island Medium and I find her very entertaining.
I am also struck at how close to the surface sorrow is. It’s like everyday people doing everyday things, working, shopping, eating a meal and she speaks to them of a passed loved one and without fail, they cry.
It doesn’t matter where they are, who they are, their pain is palatable and those who are around them are astounded that this sorrow lived inside them.
People are grieving everywhere, everyday and are so close to tears it makes me wonder why aren’t we kinder to each other? If people pack that much pain into their bodies is it any wonder we are so sick and so fat? It breaks my heart to see them crack open at just a few words, these people are hurting. The loss and grief and guilt they carry is huge.
They are all without fail, grateful. They have longed for one more day, one more word, one last hug. They seemed relieved and released somehow after she shares with them what their loved ones say.
Their tenderness and vulnerability grab me and wrench my heart.
I cry at almost every episode.
I sit at home and want my recovery to be miraculous and meaningful and all they want is one more hello.
So we all have something that breaks us.
We all have something we want undone.
Paul, in the New Testament had a ” thorn in his flesh”
Jesus himself prayed “for the cup to pass him by” with great sorrow.
Saints, sinners and a Savior have all begged for something to stop.
Whoever said life doesn’t give you more than you can handle, lied.
Everybody gets broken.
Some shatter and some just fall apart.
But, we are all in pieces, searching for someone or something to make us whole.
We are all trying to fit back together or just in.
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