It is never too late . . .

Good Evening God,

I have felt nudged to write this blog for weeks. Only, I felt inadequate. Sigh, but I doubt I will get MORE adequate anytime soon. So here goes!

It is never too late to apologize. We had a friend, Chuck, who 50 years after serving in WWII was having nightmares. A white ghostly figure would hover over the foot of his bed. Night after terrifying night!!! His wife finally persuaded him to see a doctor/therapist. It turned out that he had been in the Battle of the Bulge, in a foxhole, when he heard the sound of boots crunching on snow. He knew it must be The Enemy — because they had snow boots and our troops didn’t. He looked up and there in a white winter camouflage uniform was The Enemy. Shots rang out. And he woke up in a London hospital.

What to do? The Enemy was dead . . . most likely by his hand. His heart grieved. With the help of his therapist he wrote a letter to that soldier — expressing his sorrow and regret. Then he went to a park and put his letter on the grill and burned it up. Watching . . . as the smoke carried his apology up up and away.

He never had another nightmare. For a video story of this I did years ago — click here.

And as for me? I am still finding THINGS in my Mothering Journey to SEE and FEEL and WEEP over. Mostly these have to do with our beloved Patty who died at 18 of a rare form of lymphoma. But, as with our friend Chuck, it is not too late to finish up the SEE, FEEL, and WEEP by apologizing.

Perhaps, though, apologizing is too small a word. This is a process and it takes time — maybe a lifetime. It has been decades since our daughter died. And I am still finding/seeing things I failed to do. It takes a lot of trust in Your forgiving love, God, to even be able to see and acknowledge these failures. Seeing my failures hurts. Weeping hurts. But weeping cleanses. And I truly want to be cleansed.

About a moment with god

Story teller,