Greetings Dear Reader,
Through the week I have been writing this great sorrow has
visited me. Two dear friends have passed
away. I have had to watch young parents
burry their young child. Another
precipitating sorrow walks with me daily about which I am not free to
speak.
It is in these moments that I realize that the daily
challenges seem so difficult because my energy goes to processing the grief and
loss. We hear about floods and do not
really comprehend them until they impact us.
We do not feel the loss of waters washing away all there is until it is OUR
all there is.
The slow flood of things over the last year have tried to
wash me away. I thought I was
strong. I am not. I have faith.
I want to say unequivocally that it is Christ and the kindness of others
that is sustaining me. Only through
faith and following am I not destroyed.
My emotions want me to despair and doubt. I refuse.
We must train our minds to be stronger than our feelings or
we will lose ourselves every time. I was
in danger of losing myself. The sorrow
and grief remind me where to look. The
pain and loss drive me to pursue. The
joy in the darkest parts of the journey is found in following the Light. “That's all I want to say right now, I don't
want to say too much…Except Sweet Jesus, roll all over me.”
Sweet River Roll
– Waterdeep
Homebound Henry's got a tumor in his head
He wakes up every morning after dreaming he was dead
He used to think that life was boring, but now that's not the case
He turns to his wife in the evening, he says "Honey I'm afraid I'm gonna lose this race."
He wakes up every morning after dreaming he was dead
He used to think that life was boring, but now that's not the case
He turns to his wife in the evening, he says "Honey I'm afraid I'm gonna lose this race."
Sweet River, roll all over me
Sweet River, roll all over me
Sweet River, roll all over me
Soaking wet Juliet- she lives in a well full of tears
Her husband left her for some bimbo after twenty-two years
Her husband left her for some bimbo after twenty-two years
Now she's got to start all over, but she's just so
terrified
She thinks it woulda been so much easier if he woulda just died
She thinks it woulda been so much easier if he woulda just died
Sweet River, roll all over me
Sweet River, roll all over me
Sweet River, roll all over me
And I'm lookin out my car window sittin' in the pouring
rain
Although your house is fifteen miles away, I can still feel your pain
Although your house is fifteen miles away, I can still feel your pain
I've thought and prayed and worked it through about a
hundred times or more
How your soul just cries to everyone to help you get up off the floor
How your soul just cries to everyone to help you get up off the floor
Right now it's morning, you're probably totally
unaware
Of the flood of kisses you hold back by the way that you despair
Of the flood of kisses you hold back by the way that you despair
It ain't me I'm talking about here, or anybody else you can
touch
That's all I want to say right now, I don't want to say too much…
That's all I want to say right now, I don't want to say too much…
Except Sweet Jesus, roll all over me
Sweet Jesus, roll all over me...
Sweet Jesus, roll all over me...
You gotta come down and just set me free
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
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Thorn:
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