People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.
When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that
person.
When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need
you have expressed.
They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with
guidance and support,
To aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually.
They may seem like a godsend and they are.
They are there for the reason you need them to be.
Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time,
this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an
end.
Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away.
Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.
What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire
fulfilled, their work is done.
The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.
Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has
come to share, grow or learn.
They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.
They may teach you something you have never done.
They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.
Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.
LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons,
things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional
foundation.
Your job is to accept the lesson,
love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other
relationships and areas of your life.
It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.
Thank you for being a part of my life,
whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Message in a Bottle
I just finished reading Message in a Bottle by Nicholas Sparks so i thought i would share some of the book.
This is the first letter that was found in the book.
July 22, 1997
My Dearest Catherine,
I miss you, my darling, as i always do, but today
is especially hard because the ocean has been singing
to me, and the song is that of our life together.I
can almost feel you beside me as i write this letter,
and i can smell the scent of wildflowers that always
reminds me of you.But at this moment, these things
give me no pleasure.Your visits have been coming less
often, and i feel sometimes as if the greatest part of
who i am is slowly slipping away.
I am trying, though.At night when i am alone, i call
for you, and whenever my ache seems to be the greatest,
you still seem to find a way to return to me.Last night,
in my dreams, i saw you on the pier near Wrightsville
Beach.The wind was blowing through your hair, and your
eyes held the fading sunlight.I am struck as i see you
leaning against the rail.You are beautiful, i think as
i see you, a vision that i can never find in any one else.
I slowly begin to walk toward you, and when you finally
turn to me, i notice that others have been watching you
as well."Do you know her?" they ask me in jealous whispers,
and as you smile at me, i simply answer with the truth.
"Better than my own heart."
I stop when i reach you and take you in my arms.I long
for this moment more than any other.It is what i live for,
and when you return my embrace, i give myself over to this
moment, at peace once again.
I raise my hand and gently touch your cheek and you tilt
your head and close your eyes.My hands are hard and your
skin is soft, and i wonder for a moment if you'll pull back,
but of course you don't.You never have, and it is at times
like this that i know what my purpose is in life.
I am here to love you, to hold you in my arms, to protect
you.I am here to learn from you and to receive your love in
return.I am here because there is no other place to be.
But then, as always, the mist starts to form as we stand
close to one another.It is a distant fog that rises from the
horizon, and i find that i grow fearful as it approaches.It
slowly creeps in, enveloping the world around us, fencing us
in as if to prevent escape.Like a rolling cloud, it blankets
everything, closing, until there is nothing left but the two
of us.
I feel my throat begin to close and my eyes well up with tears
because i know it is time for you to go.The look you give me
at that moment haunts me.I feel your sadness and my own loneliness,
and the ache in my heart that had been silent for only a short
time grows stronger as you release me.And then you spread your
arms and step back into the fog because it is your place and
not mine.I long to go with you, but your only response is to
shake your head because we both know that is impossible.
And i watch with breaking heart as you slowly fade away.I find
myself straining to remember everything about this moment, everything
about you.But soon, alwats too soon, your image vanishes and
the fog rolls back to it's faraway place and i am alone on the
pier and i do not care what others think as i bow my head and cry
and cry and cry.
Garrett
This is the first letter that was found in the book.
July 22, 1997
My Dearest Catherine,
I miss you, my darling, as i always do, but today
is especially hard because the ocean has been singing
to me, and the song is that of our life together.I
can almost feel you beside me as i write this letter,
and i can smell the scent of wildflowers that always
reminds me of you.But at this moment, these things
give me no pleasure.Your visits have been coming less
often, and i feel sometimes as if the greatest part of
who i am is slowly slipping away.
I am trying, though.At night when i am alone, i call
for you, and whenever my ache seems to be the greatest,
you still seem to find a way to return to me.Last night,
in my dreams, i saw you on the pier near Wrightsville
Beach.The wind was blowing through your hair, and your
eyes held the fading sunlight.I am struck as i see you
leaning against the rail.You are beautiful, i think as
i see you, a vision that i can never find in any one else.
I slowly begin to walk toward you, and when you finally
turn to me, i notice that others have been watching you
as well."Do you know her?" they ask me in jealous whispers,
and as you smile at me, i simply answer with the truth.
"Better than my own heart."
I stop when i reach you and take you in my arms.I long
for this moment more than any other.It is what i live for,
and when you return my embrace, i give myself over to this
moment, at peace once again.
I raise my hand and gently touch your cheek and you tilt
your head and close your eyes.My hands are hard and your
skin is soft, and i wonder for a moment if you'll pull back,
but of course you don't.You never have, and it is at times
like this that i know what my purpose is in life.
I am here to love you, to hold you in my arms, to protect
you.I am here to learn from you and to receive your love in
return.I am here because there is no other place to be.
But then, as always, the mist starts to form as we stand
close to one another.It is a distant fog that rises from the
horizon, and i find that i grow fearful as it approaches.It
slowly creeps in, enveloping the world around us, fencing us
in as if to prevent escape.Like a rolling cloud, it blankets
everything, closing, until there is nothing left but the two
of us.
I feel my throat begin to close and my eyes well up with tears
because i know it is time for you to go.The look you give me
at that moment haunts me.I feel your sadness and my own loneliness,
and the ache in my heart that had been silent for only a short
time grows stronger as you release me.And then you spread your
arms and step back into the fog because it is your place and
not mine.I long to go with you, but your only response is to
shake your head because we both know that is impossible.
And i watch with breaking heart as you slowly fade away.I find
myself straining to remember everything about this moment, everything
about you.But soon, alwats too soon, your image vanishes and
the fog rolls back to it's faraway place and i am alone on the
pier and i do not care what others think as i bow my head and cry
and cry and cry.
Garrett
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