Oh, boy, oh, boy.... That one really takes something out of me.... (HuH....my brothers name is Scott, but I gotta push that aside, get past all that hurt...) (I should be putting together job-hunting packages....) But I gotta respond: Yeah, BL costs. Yeah, I just lost my job, probably because I haven't kept my mouth shut about admiring boys. Unfortunately, their pain can destract us from our pain. So, every day I pray: This is my pain. I own it. I am not strong enough to carry it, but God will help me himself and by using other people, he will give me enough strength to carry on. I pray with my pastor: Give me the strength to open my fists just a little bit, to let go of the ratty old teddy - bear I am holding onto so tightly. my little fists are clenched tight, and the old bear is covered with snot from me sobbing over it, night after night, Because I know that God is my Daddy, and that he has something better for me than that stuff. I believe that, and so I have strength to keep going. I'll keep praying for you, Scott.... Love, Didaskalos |