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A friend called....needed to talk. Her son is moving...three hours away....to live with his dad. She can't imagine not seeing him everyday. She couldn't stop crying...thinking about how much she's going to miss his presence.
Last week, a co-worker pulled me aside. Crying....she told me her son's best friend drowned last weekend..on a camping trip. She had known him since he was little. ...he was like a second son. The thought of never seeing him again made her ill.....
Recently...I closed the door on a 'friend'...the relationship had become strained...hurtful.
Letting go....saying good-bye...doors closing....
It's hard when a 'person' leaves....goes away....moves....there's an emptiness left....a space that needs to be filled with something or someone to take that place. And memories of what was are hard to let go of.
Saying good-bye....letting go....changes...has always been difficult for me. There have been so many changes....so many losses that whenever there's another one....I cringe inside. And the loss triggers a fear... and a crazy need to hold on....to not let go...to not give up even though everything in me knows...I have to.
The only alternative - hardening my heart....keeping it so guarded that I don't let anyone get close again? Running in the woods.....hearing His gentle whisper....I know...that's not an option.
I think we're meant to be loved....meant to take a risk....even if taking that risk ends up hurting us in some way. And the people who stay..who are always in my corner.....remind me taking the risk is always worth it.
Recently...I closed the door on a 'friend'...the relationship had become strained...hurtful.
Letting go....saying good-bye...doors closing....
It's hard when a 'person' leaves....goes away....moves....there's an emptiness left....a space that needs to be filled with something or someone to take that place. And memories of what was are hard to let go of.
Saying good-bye....letting go....changes...has always been difficult for me. There have been so many changes....so many losses that whenever there's another one....I cringe inside. And the loss triggers a fear... and a crazy need to hold on....to not let go...to not give up even though everything in me knows...I have to.
The only alternative - hardening my heart....keeping it so guarded that I don't let anyone get close again? Running in the woods.....hearing His gentle whisper....I know...that's not an option.
I think we're meant to be loved....meant to take a risk....even if taking that risk ends up hurting us in some way. And the people who stay..who are always in my corner.....remind me taking the risk is always worth it.
