When our "donkey has died," it has died. You are strong to continue forward and to allow for the possibility that the donkey might be revived.
But I've seen lots of movies where dead things were revived. It's usually really hard. And lots of times you're not real happy with what gets resurrected.
A bad analogy perhaps. I don't mean to further discourage you.
I simply do believe that a point can be reached where we have detached to the point of no longer having the love. And that makes it hard, because the love is what gives us the ability to offer the benefit of the doubt and gobs of patience.
It's a tough road. I think highly of you that you are willing to be sure.
Blessings,
Bill
"Don't tell me the sky is the limit when there are footprints on the moon."
