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RUST ON MY SOUL (A Novel) (Published by Bridge Press in 1985 & Distributed Internationally)
RUST ON MY SOUL (A Novel) (Published by Bridge Press in 1985 & Distributed Internationally)
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INTRODUCTION (Repeated for those new to the series)
In an old loose leaf notebook, Thomas Kettering wrote when there was a cry from his heart. He wrote when his inner longing spilled over into the reality of his days. He did not write every day, only when he felt he must. How often he wrote or when is not important. The journey is what counts, for it is a diary about all of us, to all of us. “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step,” and even a stumble is a step.
INTRODUCTION (Repeated for those new to the series)
In an old loose leaf notebook, Thomas Kettering wrote when there was a cry from his heart. He wrote when his inner longing spilled over into the reality of his days. He did not write every day, only when he felt he must. How often he wrote or when is not important. The journey is what counts, for it is a diary about all of us, to all of us. “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step,” and even a stumble is a step.
Morning
It wasn’t a dream. Connie did come home yesterday. And now the restoration of a family must begin.
Somehow I must find the right words at the right time and forget the reruns in the movie house of my mind.
“I hate you, dad! I hate you!” And the next day Connie was gone. And now she is back.
I
have forgiven her, but I can’t forget. All the time she was out there I
wavered between a father’s love and concern and a human being’s hurt
and anger.
The angry words from both sides are at least temporarily defused by time and relief. I have no lectures ready.
That would be pointless.
Her
leaving and returning is another chapter in our experience of living
together. I know she needs love, and multiple kinds of caring. But can I
supply my share?
Lord,
put patience between us and our hurts. Tie anger down with a cord of
love. Anger is such a superficial thing, so easily grabbed and flailed
about. Let fear of the past lead us to walk softly into the future.
In
a world where I learned that words can came back to haunt you. I have
too long walked with emotional caution. Teach me to once again give
verbal expression to the love I feel.
Early Evening
Today was crisp and filled with Christmas. The stores have been trying to get us in the festive spirit for months and it’s finally beginning to take. Having Connie home is all the presents I want, wrapped up in one.
Early Evening
Today was crisp and filled with Christmas. The stores have been trying to get us in the festive spirit for months and it’s finally beginning to take. Having Connie home is all the presents I want, wrapped up in one.
Later in the Evening
“Don’t forget the axe.”
“I have it.”
“Look! It’s beginning to snow!”
There
was no snow. It was 73 degrees and the palm trees outside our Miami
condominium rustling in the perpetual southeasterly breeze was a close
to a pine as we would get.
“We can tow it back on our sled.”
We stepped outside to bathe in the light of our large tropical moon.
It was a game. We understood the rules – there were none.
Just imagine. Put dream-dust on your wings of thought. Laugh a little,
sing some cards, hold hands and kick at the imaginary snow. When you’re
young it’s fun to be a little crazy.
We
haven’t done this in a long time? Why? Why did it become no fun
anymore” Did all the realities of our yesterdays beat us down one time
too many? Is that why such fantasies become just too much work? Just
when we needed a little of that kind of craziness we found it impossible
to manage.
And
are we capturing a little of yesterday again? Are we finding some of
the magic again? God, I hope so, and that is certainly a prayer.
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TO BE CONTINUED
TO BE CONTINUED
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A New Series on
PAIN AND PROBLEMS
began on this blog “Wyrick’s Writings”
and will continue until finished.
Then a new Series on PRAYER will begin..
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