And you

I went to private school from Kindergarten through Second grade. It was a Christian Private, with grades complete through High School. Every Tuesday we would attend services, as a whole, to sing and praise and listen to the weeks message. I don't remember the messages, only the songs and music. Two, in particular. One was, He's Got The Whole World in His Hands (It was the Seventies...early Seventies). I remember this one because it was incredibly repetitive. I thought...again? We are singing it again? Ugh...

The other? Was my favorite. I would sing it to myself at night in my bed. The words dancing through my mind, the bars of the music trying to hold them in some sort of structure. I wondered how immense He was...and how small I am. The song so simple, yet the meaning, apparently, so complex the world still struggles to understand it. And, because it is misunderstood...it is pushed away.

I haven't spoken much about my sister growing up, Denise. It is an interesting relationship. When we were younger, we were (and still are) polar opposites. She was so much the "Tom Boy" and I was about as girlie as you can get. I loved everything feminine, pretty and anything to do with nurturing. My sister, loved Tonka Trucks, dirt and Ants. Needless to say, we didn't Bond much. We are still on different ends of the spectrum, lifestyle wise. But I would like to say how much I respect her, love her and appreciate all that she is doing right now. She has been there for me through many hard times. Not so much emotionally...but in the way she knows how. And you have to respect and honor someone that does.

I am blessed with so many awesome people in my life. Even the ones...that disappoint, have meaning.

Jesus Love Me. This, I know.