Storms
You see a storm coming, are in a storm, or have just seen one pass. Perhaps you ARE the storm! It is the nature of humanity.
Remembering that it is not the end is the hard part.
My wife said to me last night, “I finally understand what you experienced with your sister.” And it broke my heart. I don't even understand what I experienced with her. She didn't die, but she should have.
I have two younger sisters and we've been emotionally estranged since early adulthood. 8 years ago my middle sister was attacked by her husband and left brain damaged. Full time care for the rest of her life. I want to write more about this, but right now isn't the time.
It has been a constant load to have a brave face in confronting the trauma of that circumstance. It is devastating to know that my darling wife is now faced with something similar. There is no way for me to fix this for her. Like a house facing too much wind, a lean will appear and all I can do is prop her up and hope to keep her stable.
We are different after the storm. Not necessarily better, but also, not necessarily worse. But different. If we aren't careful, we'll be like the egg: made hard by the heat of this world. Or, like the potato: made soft. How much better to be tea: accept the environment and change it to something more pleasing.
My wife is as much of a ‘tea’ personality as anyone I’ve ever met. I pray you too can adapt to whatever changes are foisted up on you. You didn't ask for them, but they come anyway.
Adapt and overcome. Embrace different.
Thanks for reading and sharing my beautiful lie.
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