What The F***!?? The 80’s! How did any kid survive?
I am in shock... but wow... I have no doubt that movie in your mind gets replayed often... when it’s quiet, when it’s dark, and when you’re alone in yourself.
It was not your time... I hope when that movie plays... you might fast forward to events that confirm why that day was not your time.
You obviously had things to do, things to share, things to experience and gifts and wisdom to impart on others in the future years.
Fast forward to those moments and realize why you were chosen to remain with us.
I think you’re more Jesus than Judas... you came back... you live to share your stories and wisdom.. So to you... Thank You. 💕💕💕
You made me laugh when I read your first words. I could hear your voice saying them and it brought back a flood of other memories coalesced in one mini-moment of humour. That's you, Bronte: Someone who connects people instantly with your bold and uniquely powerful, true, delightful statements of fact in one phrase! Of course, my job is to go beyond phrases into bigger things, and you keep cheering me on with your love and kindness. You will be happy to know, I think, that I am thinking of bigger things these days, when I least able to scale them. It must be the best time, I reckon!
Paul rarely am I lost for words but I am today. I fell out of the tree with you. I felt your fear and confusion, the writing is brilliant. How do we move on from this experience? As you said neither you nor Mr. Knight can. This experience adds to the complexity of who you are, it can't be undone. I sit and think about your deep faith in Jesus and this horrible accident happened while you were playing Judas. I look forward to reading stories when this event interrupts your life or thinking and how you deal with it. Marg
Thank you for falling down with me. I wondered a lot whether to tell this story, partly thinking I talk too much about my life and that it must be as boring as it is uninteresting. But you spur me on, make me see I have a voice that's worth sharing. While I love cheering on others, you being one of them, I can't help but be obedient to something in me. You also see my faith and what that means. You also see meaning in the little things, like the choice of character for me back then. Thank you for your eyesight and foresight, and for sticking with my words, urging more.
What The F***!?? The 80’s! How did any kid survive?
I am in shock... but wow... I have no doubt that movie in your mind gets replayed often... when it’s quiet, when it’s dark, and when you’re alone in yourself.
It was not your time... I hope when that movie plays... you might fast forward to events that confirm why that day was not your time.
You obviously had things to do, things to share, things to experience and gifts and wisdom to impart on others in the future years.
Fast forward to those moments and realize why you were chosen to remain with us.
I think you’re more Jesus than Judas... you came back... you live to share your stories and wisdom.. So to you... Thank You. 💕💕💕
You made me laugh when I read your first words. I could hear your voice saying them and it brought back a flood of other memories coalesced in one mini-moment of humour. That's you, Bronte: Someone who connects people instantly with your bold and uniquely powerful, true, delightful statements of fact in one phrase! Of course, my job is to go beyond phrases into bigger things, and you keep cheering me on with your love and kindness. You will be happy to know, I think, that I am thinking of bigger things these days, when I least able to scale them. It must be the best time, I reckon!
Paul rarely am I lost for words but I am today. I fell out of the tree with you. I felt your fear and confusion, the writing is brilliant. How do we move on from this experience? As you said neither you nor Mr. Knight can. This experience adds to the complexity of who you are, it can't be undone. I sit and think about your deep faith in Jesus and this horrible accident happened while you were playing Judas. I look forward to reading stories when this event interrupts your life or thinking and how you deal with it. Marg
Thank you for falling down with me. I wondered a lot whether to tell this story, partly thinking I talk too much about my life and that it must be as boring as it is uninteresting. But you spur me on, make me see I have a voice that's worth sharing. While I love cheering on others, you being one of them, I can't help but be obedient to something in me. You also see my faith and what that means. You also see meaning in the little things, like the choice of character for me back then. Thank you for your eyesight and foresight, and for sticking with my words, urging more.