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A sense of foreboding took its place. You were smaller than me, yes. But what if this challenge was bigger than both of us?
And, as it turns out, you can have more than one journey of your life.
The most precious thing you can give someone is your time, Chika, because you can never get it back. When you don’t think about getting it back, you’ve given it in love. I learned that from you.
Is it like Pope John XXIII once said, that it’s easier for a father to have children than for children to have a real father?
The opposite also happens. After a while, you make peace
with the truth: love determines our bonds. It always comes down to that.
Once we leaned the true meaning of LOVE then all flows easily.
love is felt and expressed.
“I’ll read,” I said. “And think about how much I love you.” You nodded, your eyes glazed. “That’s what I’ll do, too.” At that moment, I didn’t care about who belonged to whom. I was yours, even if you were not mine. And as I stroked your forehead, which was hot to the touch, I knew I always would be.
Surely there is a future, and hope will not be cut off. That’s from Proverbs. We tried desperately to live that way, to believe in something good on the other side of all the little doors Chika opened.
“Children are not a distraction from more important work. They are the most important work.” —Dr. John Trainer
“Because,” he said, “as terrible as I felt, I took comfort in having something I could cry to, a power to whom I could shout, ‘Why?’ It is still better than having nothing to turn to at all.” That was the approach I took, Chika. At times I prayed, at times I howled and protested. Many times, I asked the Lord, “Why are You letting this happen?”
One evening, you had trouble falling asleep. I sat by your bed and asked what was wrong. You said you were scared that the devil would come for you in the middle of the night. “Don’t be afraid,” I said. “God is watching, so the devil can’t get you.” You looked away. “What if he comes when God’s not looking?”
have I told you today how much I love you?”
“No Longer a Slave”
“I’m no longer a slave to fear I am a child of God.”
“She was talking to God.”
Please stay, I whisper. “It’s a hard-knock life!” she sings. And she is gone.
What you carry is what defines you.
the good that you feel you must do for others, or the sins that you will not release.
You can go be with your mommy in heaven.”
"Peace like a rive"
