Heavy Heart...

I am a pretty down today.

I don't know why people have to say mean things. For some reason, I don't really understand why, people say mean things that hurt a lot. Sometimes those things need to be said, I guess. But it really, really hurts.

And some things are best left unsaid. Not because they're such a big secret, but because they are just too unpleasant and painful to discuss. Conversely, there are some things that are too sacred and holy and beautiful to ever comprehend.

Like a relationship between a child and his father. Or a child and his Father.

We have learned to call God our Father. Just as the thought that I am the child of a heavenly Father gives me a sense of strength, so does my earthly father make me proud to be his son.

I am not ignorant of my father's weaknesses. I choose not to focus on them. If that makes me myopic and pollyanna-ish, so be it. But I extend the same to everyone, even you. I love to forgive because I so desperately need to be forgiven. I don't have time or energy to condemn others: I am too worried about myself.

But some hurts take time. And some bridges, once crossed and burned, can never be rebuilt. Not because the forgiveness isn't real, but because the deed is done.

And some actions separate us from those we would have preferred to be with. Some things make us choose sides because they are divisive. My choice is made - I stand with my father. And my Father.