The Feast of Love
This was a very nice movie. I feel like I do need to read the book. It reminded me that love is not always traditional, but you can find it if you want to. Not necessarily romantic love although that is part of the story. But LOVE, like God wants us to love.
This is the first Sunday in Lent and Dunk and I braved the cold wind to attend church. I have to admit that the motivation that gets me out of my warm bed is hope of seeing the grandkids. Not talking to them, and not having them acknowledge me, but just seeing them. It has been a while since they have been over to our house apparently due to a bill not being paid by M. The 2 boys, that is, K doesn't come and R isn't part of the package. I want to hold and hug them all. Anyway, none of the boys were in church. K was there with Mom & her other Grandma. We sit in different sections of the sanctuary, not wanting to invade each other's space or for whatever motivation. The drill for communion is to leave your pew by the right and return on your left. Guess what. That put D & I brushing shoulders with R & her Mom on our return. R was stiff and looked straight ahead, but her Mom said hi to both D & I. I touched them both. At the time I was filled with God's love and had even told myself earlier that I wouldn't "plan" my reaction if we did meet, but let God tell me what to do. I just did it without an ulterior motive (I believe.)
My therapist suggests that I need to forgive R and offer her love. I keep that in mind, but I haven't reached that point as of yet.
Oh well. Practice Practice
This is the first Sunday in Lent and Dunk and I braved the cold wind to attend church. I have to admit that the motivation that gets me out of my warm bed is hope of seeing the grandkids. Not talking to them, and not having them acknowledge me, but just seeing them. It has been a while since they have been over to our house apparently due to a bill not being paid by M. The 2 boys, that is, K doesn't come and R isn't part of the package. I want to hold and hug them all. Anyway, none of the boys were in church. K was there with Mom & her other Grandma. We sit in different sections of the sanctuary, not wanting to invade each other's space or for whatever motivation. The drill for communion is to leave your pew by the right and return on your left. Guess what. That put D & I brushing shoulders with R & her Mom on our return. R was stiff and looked straight ahead, but her Mom said hi to both D & I. I touched them both. At the time I was filled with God's love and had even told myself earlier that I wouldn't "plan" my reaction if we did meet, but let God tell me what to do. I just did it without an ulterior motive (I believe.)
My therapist suggests that I need to forgive R and offer her love. I keep that in mind, but I haven't reached that point as of yet.
Oh well. Practice Practice