Greetings Dear Reader,
“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”
I hear you Dear Reader.
I do not often have the answer in a practical applicable form but I do
hear you. Your pain is real and I understand
it. Even if you think I do not
understand it, I do not have to in order to love you and care about your pain.
We all end up on the floor at some time. We all need help to get up and try
again. Too often we fail to help each
other rise. We look down, condemn, and
step over or on those who need a hand.
We also alienate those who want to genuinely help. We let our pride or our romance with our pain
keep us from accepting help when we need it.
We sometimes let our hurt become our identity. We claim we are not victims whilst playing
the role in every moment.
My failure is often to tell everyone I am OK when I am
not. I do draw a line between making my
troubles my banner and denying them. I
must be more forthcoming when I speak to my friends. I must be more open here as well.
We all need help to get up off the floor. We should do better at doing that for each
other. That’s all I’m gonna say right
now. I don’t wanna say too much.
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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Contacts for Aramis
Thorn:
Bookings at aramisthorn@aramisthorn.com
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