“… the unsung heroes, the people who have decided I’m worth loving, even though I’m often so needy. They see the toll it takes to be so visible in so many places, and they secure my grounding. They hold me in their hearts. They prop me up when I can barely stand, goad me up when I just don’t want to stand, and stand back and smile when I am holding my own….”
So much wisdom in one page. Thank you, Paula
I preached a sermon this past weekend about Joseph, the husband of Mary. I talked about unsung heroes. I am grateful for the heroes who keep me grounded. A lot of accolades have come my way over the past couple of years, and there is not a day that I do not give thanks for the dear souls who keep me on track.
We are social creatures. In spite of the American myth of the rugged individual, we were made for community. Even God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit are in community. I’ve always had this image of them sitting on the shore of a mountain lake around a warm campfire, a full moon rising in the distance, and a couple of trout on the fire. (Hmm, I think I just described an imaginary Terry Redlin painting.)
The three are talking about life in the world of ordinary time, and the people…
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