As my dear friend, define 'letting go' and 'dropping the rope.' Do I go out? The thought nauseates me. I've tried it twice and it took all I had to keep from running away. A third time was a little different. More of an impromtu 'wanna go for pizza?' thing with the woman who cuts my hair. I like the girl and we took her children for pizza at a Chucky Cheese type place. Her oldest daughter commented it was the best time she'd ever had. There was a sense of family that I've missed. Even though it wasn't true, it felt nice to have other people think we were a family. And afterwards I thought,'look what happened to me and how it hurt, yet here I am with another man's wife and children, even though he rejected them.' Am I any better than the man with my wife?
Right now I'm in limbo. I can't decide to come to AZ or stay here. Maybe a change will do me good.
David
The fires of true love can never be quenched, because the source of its flame is God Himself! - Shulamith
