I was in a car with my little Barnabas Club(Sunday School) girl Hannah and her brother Timothy. And you can see that this is a family overflowing with love. Such tenderness goes into how their parents converse with their darlings. Such warmth and love in the bodily gestures and the plans they make together. Yes, this is a family with a God in its midst. There is so much hope in the children's future.
This has been the year of disappointing friendships. I can't be the only party trying, initiating all the time. And I'm reminded of how transient everything I have is. There is no firm foundation to rely on. Every other support system will fail at one point of time, even if it is subjectively so. Except God. I can't read minds. Usually I like to sit down and tackle problems on the head. I want to be a kind, understanding friend, but I need to be able to understand first. But if I'm the only one trying here, isn't that saying something?
I'm tired.
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