Overwhelmed
If I could take one day to settle all of my disputes, and give back to those from whom I have stolen (time, joy, gratitude, confidence, etc) I would do so with vigor. My greatest fear would be to reach the gates of Heaven and watch my life be thrown into the fire and having to endure the pain of seeing nothing withstand the flames of judgement. I can hardly imagine anything worse. We live to hear those seven words, "Well done My good and faithful servant," but we so often do not live as if we mean to hear them. Many times I lack the grace and mercy that I so desperately desire to show others, yet everyday I am given an unmeasureable amount of both. I envy those who are good with words and those, who when in uncomfortable situations, bow out with a smoothness that almost seems unreal, charming the other party while escaping their company. How can one rearrange words in a way that makes an honest response sweet to the ear? Such elegant rhetoric is a quality that does not come from practice, but might it be learned if wanted enough?
My thoughts turn to an exhausting first two weeks back to school. Even so, every moment has been a dream. My dearly loved Susanna came to visit all the way from Italy. She arrived as a salty wave, refreshing my soul. She is one of those gifted individuals who speaks in tones of wisdom and wit. I admire her quick humor and envy her natural ability to make letters dance in common language. No matter the occasion, she holds her own with dignity, gaining the respect of every man, woman, and child without effort. She knows how to be focused and serious, but does not have to focus to have a good time. Before she left, she held me in her arms and told me to play more and work less. I laughed half heartedly at her advice, thinking that she didn't really know me as well as she thought she did. "All I do is play," I thought to myself; But as I drove away with a certain ache in my heart, I realized that maybe she knew me better than I knew myself. I began to wonder if I understood what she meant...
For two weeks, I worked to play. Everyday, we had our visits and everyday, my tired eyes gave me away. In her unique way, she encouraged me with her sweet spirit and renewed my perspective. Many times I did not have words, so I just sat and listened. She may never know how three months and fourteen days have infected my life, but she has been a medicine to me.
Susy,
My thanks to you. Your joy and unrestrained love have refined me. Our visits are rare, but our memories are plenty. My heart holds a special place for you and your friendship will always be treasured.
Until we meet again...arrividerci; And may my God reveal Himself to you and bless you without end.
My hug and baci.
If I could take one day to settle all of my disputes, and give back to those from whom I have stolen (time, joy, gratitude, confidence, etc) I would do so with vigor. My greatest fear would be to reach the gates of Heaven and watch my life be thrown into the fire and having to endure the pain of seeing nothing withstand the flames of judgement. I can hardly imagine anything worse. We live to hear those seven words, "Well done My good and faithful servant," but we so often do not live as if we mean to hear them. Many times I lack the grace and mercy that I so desperately desire to show others, yet everyday I am given an unmeasureable amount of both. I envy those who are good with words and those, who when in uncomfortable situations, bow out with a smoothness that almost seems unreal, charming the other party while escaping their company. How can one rearrange words in a way that makes an honest response sweet to the ear? Such elegant rhetoric is a quality that does not come from practice, but might it be learned if wanted enough?
My thoughts turn to an exhausting first two weeks back to school. Even so, every moment has been a dream. My dearly loved Susanna came to visit all the way from Italy. She arrived as a salty wave, refreshing my soul. She is one of those gifted individuals who speaks in tones of wisdom and wit. I admire her quick humor and envy her natural ability to make letters dance in common language. No matter the occasion, she holds her own with dignity, gaining the respect of every man, woman, and child without effort. She knows how to be focused and serious, but does not have to focus to have a good time. Before she left, she held me in her arms and told me to play more and work less. I laughed half heartedly at her advice, thinking that she didn't really know me as well as she thought she did. "All I do is play," I thought to myself; But as I drove away with a certain ache in my heart, I realized that maybe she knew me better than I knew myself. I began to wonder if I understood what she meant...
For two weeks, I worked to play. Everyday, we had our visits and everyday, my tired eyes gave me away. In her unique way, she encouraged me with her sweet spirit and renewed my perspective. Many times I did not have words, so I just sat and listened. She may never know how three months and fourteen days have infected my life, but she has been a medicine to me.
Susy,
My thanks to you. Your joy and unrestrained love have refined me. Our visits are rare, but our memories are plenty. My heart holds a special place for you and your friendship will always be treasured.
Until we meet again...arrividerci; And may my God reveal Himself to you and bless you without end.
My hug and baci.
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