I'm gonna try this here journaling idea that I learned from Yoyo.
I've talked alot about my counselor. So I'll admit it, I am a Christian. God has been kicking my butt with this counselor. My marriage nitemare led to the counselor which is leading me back to the fold. I was never a bad kid or adult. Goody Two Shoes. Even though I can tear it up in music with the best of'em. Never strayed. Don't lie cheat or steal. A good guy.
My counselor has opened my eyes a lot to what the Good Word really means. I hadn't realized how much of what I had looked for elsewhere was there.
A friend and her son started counseling with him after me. She and I talked of how God works in strange ways: I met counselor at YMCA. He taught me some Olympic Lifts. Became friends. My marriage went south. I hooked up with him again as I'd left the Y shortly after my teaching career started. My friend liked what I said about his counsel. Her son worked with my wife. I met my friend when I brought my wife flowers one day at work last Jul '06. She had kept asking me, that day, if I thought the flowers were too late. That's how and when we became friends. And I figured out she knew about my situation (and others who frequented the restaurant wife worked at had figured out something was up). Her son also went to the school I taught at but never had him as a student, but his band played at DD 7th Bday party in roller rink (that was cool). So he and I became friends. So she friend and I noticed all these connections. Not a coincidence. Had to be hand of guy upstairs. Just too weird to be true.
I'm a rockandrollin' man but believe it or not a good-guy. Behaved. etc. And I've worked with some of the biggest and craziest in the business.
Theo, your words were what I needed to hear today. I often need to hear things like what you and Yoyo have said to me. You help me to get re-grounded when I start to get wigged out feeling.
More churchy stuff. The last part of yesterdays sermon hit me right between the eyes. First was a short film about how God has a plan for you. Part of it was a divorce scene. Ouch. I started tearing up. I really though I was going to lose it. Next a song someone sang. Same ideas. Hit me again. I thought I was gonna lose it. I'd hoped my counselor would be at that service but he wasn't. Still haven't got to tell him about that. A buddy was sitting next to me. Thought for sure he'd seen me about lose it.
The church thing has helped me a lot. Every-time I go (started a couple months ago with counselors encouragement) I leave with a powerful lesson.
