"My friends (and family) are my estate."So… let’s face it, I am a doer…
- Emily Dickinson
I believe that something “magical” happens when people figure out what God designed them to do, and they do it.
I’m not really a dreamer… I prefer this role, “when you all have a plan tell me and I’ll figure out how to make it happen."
I’m not the girl who has unlocked the value of silence and solitude. Puhleez.
I think God likes me more when I’m serving. I realize this is stupid and me and Barb Feil are working this one out.
I’m not funny on demand.
Or the friend you call when you just need someone to talk to because I am a verbal processor (prefer this to interrupter).
But… in my life recently there are few friends who God is using to round me out, to teach me the value of presence.
This is a good thing.
Except I leave day after tomorrow for two weeks and I am really struggling to resolve how I am going to be away from them, those pictured and others.
I really don’t like the thought of not BEing with them.
This is new for me.
I have lived a life of shallow and transient relationships, but the older I get and the older my children are, I am changing.
Even when it hurts.
If I was still in DO mode I could have things lined up, people in place, stuff surrounding them to hold them up, money left for meals and emergencies and have felt good about going.
But that is no longer the case.
Even as I look forward to the next two weeks, I am heavy hearted to be going- to be leaving my estate.