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So what is this going to be? A little bit of everything I think. Maybe that's it. What I'm thinking. What I'm believing. I hope what I'm knowing. And why would anyone care what I think I know? There's no reason in the world that you should. But then why are you here? Cuz you have to be somewhere I suppose. I've never been here before. I may not be back. I might get too busy to care; time is short. That's fine. Nobody can deal with it all at once. There is a lot to deal with.

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I try not to take myself too seriously, but I know I have far too much. So I'm trying to learn how to laugh again, as I had forgotted for a while there. Also I'm relearning to enjoy life; you know, like when we were kids. The biggest challenge ahead is learning how to love God with all my heart, and soul, and mind, and strength. This one is not really that hard when you know the truth. But along with it comes learning to love others as I love myself, and that one is, as they say, "a horse of a whole different color." I think I need to learn to love myself a little more, but the problem may be that I know all these facts about me. Sometimes the facts are simply wrong or they are just stuck in the past. I'm trying to get my facts to line up with the truth. As someone once asked a great man, "what is truth?" If he had only known.

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Sunday, August 05, 2007

A Butterfly at Last!

I attended a memorial service for the daughter of a dear friend of mine yesterday. It was not as sad as I had expected it to be, as the young woman had died quite suddenly; but rather it was truly a celebration of life. My friend, the mother of Wendy, spoke after the eulogy, and comforted us; though we were there to comfort her. She spoke about the joy her daughter had always brought her. She talked about the love and devotion Wendy had for her two young sons as well as for her husband. She talked about her daughter's love for God and the trust she had in Him. She also told about Wendy's love of butterflies. I want to share the poem which was read during the service in remembrance of a beautiful and joyful young woman:

Transformation by Kristi A. Dyer, MD, MS

For years I remained hidden from view afraid to show myself or my true

Waiting for the spring with the sunlight the signal to emerge.



I began to unfold my wings, finding the courage

discovering my strength.

In awe I marvel at the array.

Deepest sapphire blue.

Renewing amethyst violet.

Tranquil aquamarine.

Iridescent blushing rose.



~ In Memoriam, W.K.F.J.


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