Please pardon the disappearance as Hannah and I prepare to head over to Mission EDIFY.
She was in her sixties . . . an ex-addict from France (super-cool accent), and she road a Harley. Some considered her to be my grand-mentor. A divine and necessary component to the mentoring process when the men-tee is half-crazed and her mentor has the wisdom to know when she needs a break back up.
Her name? Louise. Her sticky statement? "Life is a wonderful-awful mixture of things." She ended every phone conversation with, "Au revoir."
Years later, whenever something wonderful and awful happens to me, I think of her. Last week, when my ex-husband verbally abused me, but then a sweet friend's husband replaced a circuit breaker in my son's room--restoring the electricity and refused payment, I thought of Louise. I thought of how awful it was to be called names by a man I loved for 18 years. But then, I thought of how wonderful it was to finally have electricity in Zach's room after months of him sleeping in the guest room.
I wish my life was easier. Though that's not likely to become a reality anytime soon. (More on this later.) It is, however, simple. It's just me and my son and our two dogs. And what we share together is honest. And if you ask me, honesty provides a whole lot of wonderful for the journey back from the awful complications that arise from long term deceit.
Thanks be unto Jesus, for springin' me out of the twilight zone.
"Behold, You desire truth in the inward parts, And in the hidden part You will make me to know wisdom" (Psalm 51:6 NKJV).
You are not alone,
Published on Tuesday, August 12, 2014 @ 11:18 PM CDT