I love Lent. I'm serious. What a great season to really touch on what is important. I love the music. I love the message. I love remembering. I love the tears turned into joy. I love the whole thing.
My pastor has been preaching a series on the Seven Last Words of Christ and they have been just for me. Not really, but it has FELT like it. Forgiveness and Relationships and Family and Abandonment. It has been perfect and difficult for the season of life that I am in. It has made me think and pray a lot.
I know I am not alone but when I look at the piles of photographs my husband brought back from my dad's house, I am the only one left on this earth from those photos. But the photos around my house, we are all still present on this earth.
I still have a lot of things to deal with. Creditors to write and inform there is no money to pay bills - so sorry, but that's the way it is. We have a house to clean out and sell. I've got piles of memories to sort through as we go through the house. I have no problem discarding things. It actually feels good to me... actually great. But memories can't be discarded. Like things, some will fade. Some are gone, but I know going through the stuff will renew some of those memories. I'm trying to brace myself for the feelings. Feelings are... well... not my favorite thing.
I don't really have any "last words" or a way to end this gracefully, except to say good night. Or maybe like Scarlett, "I'll think about that tomorrow. After all, tomorrow is another day."