Because I was just feeling exactly the opposite- which sounds stupid, I know. Here I just posted this great news that Shannon shared with me and all. No matter WHAT HAPPENS, I have a list of people who love me. A whole LIST. They love me all the time! So I understand how silly it is of me really, when I start feeling a little bit alone, or like no one in the whole world understands me. And it DOES feel like that, probably a little too often for how "smart" I am. Maybe a better way to say it is that it sometimes feels like no one can handle me in my full glory? And I don't mean naked. I mean when I'm full-out- happy or full-out- sad, not hiding any of it, not reeling any of it in. When I'm so happy that I'm slap-clapping (as my sister calls it, and then tells me that it's ridiculous and needs to stop NOW).
I was reading blogs of people who seem to dive into the great deep, much, much deeper than I can handle, and feeling a little sad about it. I get lost about half way. I stop understanding, and my head feels fuzzy. I must keep it relatively simple...and I think I do. Thoughts Become Things and Love Is All That Matters. Those 2 things make my world go 'round. I read some blogs and feel like there can't POSSIBLY be anything that I have to say that can or will affect anyone or anything. This is how I was feeling when I read this email- and I'll share with you that this is from Cullen's aunt, the one who has been engaging me in a religious discussion that I keep trying not to have. She is very, very graceful and terrific at dealing with me, I must say.
Hi Nicky, that is so great, I am so amazed at what you were willing to give of yourself in that regard, God has given you such a loving heart for His people and you respond in such a self-sacrificing way, I truly admire that.
The other day I was telling someone about you and this is what I said you were like. I said she has such a loving heart, non judgmental of others and happy about life. and so willing to help out anyone you can.
Also that you are intelligent and searching for true understanding of God, yourself and others. You are a joy to be around. I thought it might be nice to share that with you too. Sometimes we ofter think things and don't say them. Remember if you can ever get away for a walk let me know. If it is cold we could maybe walk a mall. Keep up that good work. Betty
I can't get the effing italics or bold to stop. It's ridiculous. Anyway, wasn't that a nice note? It's so nice to have it turned around on me like that. That's the kind of thing that we like to do!
Here's one more, and I promise that I post every love note I have received or will, but it came from such a surprising place- Andrea. Someday, I'm going to ask her to tell her story on my Warrior Momma blog, because this girl is a WARRIOR MOMMA. Her own Warrior Momma was snowmobiling with her dad and others, and he had an accident and Andrea's Warrior Momma was the one to find him, no longer occupying his body. Andrea since has gotten married and had children and her momma found love again. It's worth hearing in her voice. I haven't seen her in years, and only chatted with her briefly when we were putting together the book of love notes for Jane. This is what I got:
Hey lady! How are things going? Good hopefully. So I just felt it necessary to tell you how great you are! and it might be a little more selfish of me because I feel LUCKY to know you. when I read things you write you make me want to do more with my life. Your words tend to inspire me to want to do good things. Thank you
I also was wondering what sort of information you might have on homeschooling, I am really looking for any sort of information/tips you might have. We have been talking alot about doing this and considering Wesley starts Kindergarden in Sept.
love you!!
I don't know which part of the note made me feel happier- the first, or getting a chance to dump what I know about home schooling onto another! :)
Really, truly- why don't we all stop for a second and pass it on to someone else? I might stop and get Allyssa flowers. But she knows that I would die without her....there must be someone else out there who would feel it deep down to hear about how we feel. So...let's find them. GO!
I can't get the effing italics or bold to stop. It's ridiculous. Anyway, wasn't that a nice note? It's so nice to have it turned around on me like that. That's the kind of thing that we like to do!
Here's one more, and I promise that I post every love note I have received or will, but it came from such a surprising place- Andrea. Someday, I'm going to ask her to tell her story on my Warrior Momma blog, because this girl is a WARRIOR MOMMA. Her own Warrior Momma was snowmobiling with her dad and others, and he had an accident and Andrea's Warrior Momma was the one to find him, no longer occupying his body. Andrea since has gotten married and had children and her momma found love again. It's worth hearing in her voice. I haven't seen her in years, and only chatted with her briefly when we were putting together the book of love notes for Jane. This is what I got:
Hey lady! How are things going? Good hopefully. So I just felt it necessary to tell you how great you are! and it might be a little more selfish of me because I feel LUCKY to know you. when I read things you write you make me want to do more with my life. Your words tend to inspire me to want to do good things. Thank you
I also was wondering what sort of information you might have on homeschooling, I am really looking for any sort of information/tips you might have. We have been talking alot about doing this and considering Wesley starts Kindergarden in Sept.
love you!!
I don't know which part of the note made me feel happier- the first, or getting a chance to dump what I know about home schooling onto another! :)
Really, truly- why don't we all stop for a second and pass it on to someone else? I might stop and get Allyssa flowers. But she knows that I would die without her....there must be someone else out there who would feel it deep down to hear about how we feel. So...let's find them. GO!
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