I had artwork in a show and kept asking my sisters to attend the opening, because I figured I had to bug them to get them to come. When I was leaving the house I asked them "aren't you coming?" They said no, that they had not been invited. I inadvertently hurt their feelings because I assumed they would always be there.
It's weird for me to think that my perception of childhood was that we weren't very musical . . . and yet I keep having memories of songs from my childhood! Yesterday the song "It's Me, Oh Lord" came to mind and I started singing it. What a blast from the 70s! I know we sang it as part of the worship music at St. Joan of Arc Church, but I also wish I could have a conversation with my parents about the words. It definitely stems from Matthew 7:3-5 about taking the log from your own eye before trying to remove the splinter from someone else's. (Actually, I say "definitely" because that's my own perspective. Perhaps I'm way off!) Anyhow, I can absolutely say that I need prayer. Every day, every hour of the day. We sang this song a lot - mostly at church, but at other times, too. It's a good reminder that I am in need of prayer. I need God's grace, love, and mercy. I wonder what my parents thought about this song. Here's a link ...
I don't remember this! I wish I'd gone to your cross country meets . . . I would have loved cheering you on. I enjoy going to see your artwork on display when I get the opportunity. Life is meant to be lived! No regrets, but lots of opportunities to learn and grow. Love you!
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