True voices... Can you hear them?

So many unbelievable things happen to us while we journey down this road called life, that I wonder why we don't just intrepret ourselves right off of the beaten path and into a ditch more often. Everyone, no matter who they are in relation to you seems to have their own thoughts on those events, ...I guess that's why the old saying only values those words as being worth "two cents." Ironically, in a way my comments are not worth any more than all the others I am refering to, but alas I continue to write this commentary...

I meet with a dear friend of mine this morning, (with whom I co-lead a time of singing, fellowship, eating, bible study, and prayer) due to timing constraints and our schedules we have not been able to meet with each other for the past eight or nine months. Yet, sitting and talking with him was like we had just been together the day before. He and I have developed a relationship that has spanned nearly 8 years, meeting weekly for the last 5 of those (give or take a week or two). I am very excited to be able to strike up the band once again with him.

The reason I bring him up is because he went through one of those difficult life experiences that my heart is especially tender towards right now, a ripped apart engagement that nearly tore his world and soul apart. Even this morning, nearly 20 years later, he still had a look of shock and horror on his face when he began to recall the things he did during the time right after his heart was shredded inside of him by his so called fiancée. To make the long story short Hope, is what saved him, capital 'H' (his wife's name) as well as little 'h' hope the virtue, the same idea that ancient world couldn't understand.

These things are hard for me to write about, not because I don't like talking about them, but more so because I care for someone who is in the thick of it all, and will be for quite some time. That closeness for me, makes her pain personal. Hence my timid attempt to cautiously explore the issue here in this semi-public venue. I would never say that I feel her pain, but to be gifted with the ability to bear that burden in what ever capacity is somthing that I cherish and treasure. She has had something torn away from her that I can't even begin to claim to understand. If that person is able to read these words, know that you are being bathed in prayer and cared for, and most of it is not merely from my heart, but from many more people who she may not be able see in her daily comings and goings of this journey called life.