Looking In (or Out) of the Window

A window in Mozambique

Thank you to all of you who encouraged me after yesterday’s blog.  I wrote it a couple of days ago and scheduled it to post but when I got up this morning I lost my nerve and so rushed to hit the cancel button.  I was too late.

I always reveal too much.  But sometimes that is good because it serves as a window for you to see into my life.  Hopefully it will help you reflect on your own life and make changes or be grateful that you haven’t stepped in the same mess I have.  Ha Ha.

 Speaking of a window, I’m having a memory…….

I can remember years and years ago when my daughter was a beautiful little first grader and my 17 year old son was a mere infant.   I was far from God, considering becoming an Athesist and there was a family living across the street, they were a perfect little homeschooling family complete with Sunday dinners and weekly Bible Studies(none of which I attended).  It seemed like their world was grand.  Sometimes at evening when I would go to pull the shades I would look out the window toward their house and whisper – “please pray for me”.  

Just like Jacob in the Bible, I’ve been a tough nut to crack but also like Jacob I’ve come full circle and done my best to reconcile the relationships that can be salvaged and ask forgiveness for those bridges that I burned.

The weekly self awareness class has evolved and gotten new members.  The teacher credits me for starting the class because I begged her to help me “find my self”, my true self not the one that I’d been hiding behind all these years.   Now I still go to the class because I listen to the stories of the newbies and I pray for them (most of them don’t even know it).  I still get something from each class and I give something to each class. 

I’m learning and I’m teaching (well, assistant teaching).