I'm working on a non-fiction project called Bohemian Forgiveness: Five Unconventional Paths to Forgiving What You'll Never Forget. There's not much to see on the Facebook page for now but it will come, and I'll be sure to keep you posted.
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My husband and our youngest son went deer hunting in Wyoming this past week. So tomorrow is our family's official Thanksgiving-dinner-day. My grand plans to write and blog and recharge doing "chick things" were squelched when our yellow lab, Hannah Banana, decided to eat something that has no place in a dog's tummy.
So, Wednesday night I was at the Vet's office having her x-rayed. She's better. Looks like she'll avoid surgery, though I'm a little worse for wear despite the fact that I was alone most of the time. Just picture me in the backyard at three in the morning with a flashlight praying the dog will poop!
I did manage to do a little reading. This slayed me:
"I suppose a sensible way to gauge virtue is to examine how the virtuous behave when things disappoint them." --Rhoda Janzed, Mennonite in a Little Black Dress (A Memoir of Going Home)
Oh how I wish to be a better human being than the one I saw in the mirror last night after venting to a relative I'm blessed to see maybe once a year. I was tired. I was angry. I was wrong to think I could maintain my composure under the circumstances. This morning I awoke more disappointed in myself than in the other person.
Of course I apologized. Of course. But the regret . . . I'm still learning. I still fall on my knees, desperate for my Savior, grateful that HOW I acted is not WHO I am or how I carry myself from one day to the next. For that I am truly grateful.
"A fool vents his feelings, but a wise man holds them back." Proverbs 29:11
I learned this one the hard way.
Published on Saturday, November 24, 2012 @ 3:29 PM CDT