Baring the Soul
Yesterday afternoon, I met with my self therapy partner from Giveback. We meet at her home which is a wondrous place since she loves nature. Her plants flourish. Her corn snake is radiant. Her caterpillars are well on their way to butterflyhood. To top all that off, she loves the Lord. It's grand.
My friend had a headache and had had a hard day. Nonetheless, she is a determined soul, so we worked on our treatment plans and made new ones for this week, and before I knew it, two and a half hours had passed, and we were hungry. Hunger sneaks up on the brain injured somewhat in the same manner that fatigue overtakes us, flash flood quick.
Richard was working late, so rather than eating alone, we decided to join one another for dinner in a great little Mexican place she knew of. The food was authentic and exactly what I needed. We visited about things not related to head injury. We explored God's revealed thoughts on marriage and divorce. We revisited Christ's "Sermon on the Mount," and as we got to know one another better. Gradually, she became comfortable with sharing some of her inner, more private self with me.
I have little or no private self. I once hid behind a wall of strength (or so I thought) but there is danger of becoming hard and tough when seeking to be strong enough for the struggle. And there have been some struggles. It took three brain injuries to completely convince me that the vulnerability exposed by openly baring one's soul can actually be an asset. For one thing, you see yourself more clearly after the facades are stripped away.
I cannot be concerned about what others will think, nor responsible for it. What they think is their responsibility. My only obligation is to love them. Oh, yes, God has commanded that! Admittedly, in some cases, it's a challenge, but my friend from Giveback is not such a case.
Today is a lazy day. I went to a fashion show here in the park. Had a great time! Now, as soon as my Sweetie awakens from his nap, we are going on a date. Well, here he is, so I bid you all farewell.
My friend had a headache and had had a hard day. Nonetheless, she is a determined soul, so we worked on our treatment plans and made new ones for this week, and before I knew it, two and a half hours had passed, and we were hungry. Hunger sneaks up on the brain injured somewhat in the same manner that fatigue overtakes us, flash flood quick.
Richard was working late, so rather than eating alone, we decided to join one another for dinner in a great little Mexican place she knew of. The food was authentic and exactly what I needed. We visited about things not related to head injury. We explored God's revealed thoughts on marriage and divorce. We revisited Christ's "Sermon on the Mount," and as we got to know one another better. Gradually, she became comfortable with sharing some of her inner, more private self with me.
I have little or no private self. I once hid behind a wall of strength (or so I thought) but there is danger of becoming hard and tough when seeking to be strong enough for the struggle. And there have been some struggles. It took three brain injuries to completely convince me that the vulnerability exposed by openly baring one's soul can actually be an asset. For one thing, you see yourself more clearly after the facades are stripped away.
I cannot be concerned about what others will think, nor responsible for it. What they think is their responsibility. My only obligation is to love them. Oh, yes, God has commanded that! Admittedly, in some cases, it's a challenge, but my friend from Giveback is not such a case.
Today is a lazy day. I went to a fashion show here in the park. Had a great time! Now, as soon as my Sweetie awakens from his nap, we are going on a date. Well, here he is, so I bid you all farewell.
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