Often I don’t have the words to explain the person I am morphing into or how I am doing at a given moment. As I sit and wait and watch, I am amazed by the depth of feelings I experience both good and bad.
The dreaded question for the last few months has been, “How are you?”
I never know how to answer this, but on Friday I received tremendous insight and the ideal adjective.
First, the boys received a package from our good family friend, Donna, in 100 Mile.
Coincidently, her daughter, M, who lives in KCity chose this same day to drop off a treat and a beautiful card.
In the card she wrote this:
Did you notice the word fragile? I did.
Lastly, I opened my mail later in the afternoon and had to lie on the floor once I read this beautiful card from our old PG neighbour and good friend, Ginny.
Take a look at this:
“How are you Joanna?”
“I feel fragile. ”
My heart breaks in two anytime someone I love gets in a car. JC’s teacher’s words at his parent-teacher conference crushed me. Any small comment hit me at the core of my being.
I cry easily and feel deeply.
I am fragile.
Today, I choose very carefully who I interact with and where I go. I treat myself gently and give grace freely. I understand that I may not be the only person in this fragile place.
I am so grateful to those people who continue to walk with our family and my dad through our grief. I am grateful how God uses those around us.
A simple card.