My LIFE is a web

In his DVD workshop on Love and Respect, Emerson Eggerich makes a comment about a typical woman's "webbing" way of telling a story. Everything that happens is connected in some way to everything else. Where men are able to compartmentalize everything, we tend to integrate all our experiences. As Emerson says, "not right or wrong, just different!" Confusing to men and alot of women too, this chasing rabbits seems disconnected and chaotic, but give us enough time and we will bring closure to all those loose ends!

My LIFE is like a web- -I always assumed EVERYONE felt this, guess not. Romans 8:28 describes life long webbing. It's not that everything is GOOD: all things work TOGETHER for good, in the end... as we are looking toward HIS purposes. That's webbing, to me.

Whether a story that my husband could tell in 10 minutes and it takes me a good hour, or an event that was over in a span of days- -say my brother's sucide July 23, 1973 up through his burial a few days late: I'm STILL figuring out what God would have me learn from experiences so intwined in the fabric of my life.

My father speaks often of his readiness to depart this world for the next. he confides that he doesn't want to leave ME, he is just ready to see Jesus, my Mom and his son. So often my mind drifts around past, present, future, good, bad, Bible verses and applications... this morning I was pulling together conclusions to share upon the death of my Dad. Why wait for his death?

I'm not going to tell lies and imply sainthood where there was none, but rather look at my folk's marriage from my outside view. Inspite of how things appeared at times, I'll try to give them the benefit of any doubt- -trusting that both of them had good will.

To remain married for 58 years, is no feat if the people are perfect and life is perfect! LIFE is NOT perfect, neither people, so lasting marriages are celebrated accomplishments: ONE year, whew!; TEN years, whew!; 25 yrs, 50 years! Celebrated if for no other reason: they never killed each other!

To my Dad, my Mom was wonderful when he married her... since the two months before her death, he has seen her with those eyes again.