I take comfort in knowing that I'm not in it alone. There is the ONE who knows my suffering, and my deepest desires. He shares with me in my pain and tears, and only He knows where this will end. At the end of the day, when you're sitting in your loft looking out your bay window with a glass of wine in your hand listening to some sinatra and not a soul is around, I feel not alone. This acknowledgment keeps me rooted, it keeps me sane, and hopeful. This understanding is sometimes the only comfort I get. Though I walk out the door as a coworker, student, friend, daughter, or stranger, to you I come as me. Just me. I have no title, no obligations, and no expectations and still you love. Forever my heart will be indebted to what you've done. My life when I think of this time to time, seems almost filled. The emptiness felt surrounded by people at work, school or gatherings just disappears and I'm back in reality. Only YOU know everything, my suffering, my pain, my thoughts, my sins, my pride, my shame..me.
Thank you...as if this can cover it.
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