been a month since i’ve written. did a lot of traveling in may, and really enjoyed time with my wife, family, and friends.
i had a conversation with an old mission companion of mine. it’s always been important to me to keep my relationships with these men who during the brief couple months we spent serving together, became my brothers.
this old companion of mine has traveled the world a lot since we’ve been home. lived in many cultures. and has experienced and experimented with different ways of life.
during our hours long conversation we caught up. and talked about life. he told me about a breakup he’d just went through. his plans to move soon from new york to florida. back to his home town.
he told me about something he learned from this relationship that he now knew he needed in a life partner; someone that could understand his depth and complexities.
i thought about that for a while. i think that’s what all of us humans yearn for. people in life that understand us, let us be us (even if we are different), and love us for who we are, and help us become greater than our present selves.
we need people that are there for us in our most vulnerable times. in moments when it’s hard to smile, when lifes storms are hard, when it feels like we are holding on.
i’m thankful to have my wife who is my best friend, my life partner, and eternal companion. she has been with me through it all. and though we are different, she understands and loves me for my complexities. lifelong love is one of the wonders of the world
i’m also thankful for God that often gives us answers to hardship in silence, in quiet moments that are real and vulnerable.
he asked me if i still wrote riddles (poetry). i told him i did and opened my notebook. i found an old poem and read it to him.
past the surface of empty words
way past mutual validation
& people that tell you’re
awesome for living a certain way
deeper than smiles & handshakes
under the surface where the heart aches
broken foundations in storms & earthquakes
i’m talking about holding on to dear life
i’m talking about real struggles with grips of vice
sometimes i talk way too much
when answers to life’s questions are found in silence
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