I bought a card once and keep it still that says, "It's never too late to have a happy childhood."
Not that I didn't have one, it's just that there were way too many complications and reactions to those.
My imagination has always been my friend.
The Lord Jesus, Gentle Shepherd, has saved me more than once, I believe.
The people I loved most are all gone now. "Too late to 'pologize, it's too-ooo-ooo late." Good song and apropos for this situation.
Nancy the singer sang,
"I been siftin'
through the layers,
dusty books
n' faded papers,
tell a story
I used to know,
but it happened
so long ago."
I want to make things that somehow tell their stories. I know about mental illness and adoption and faith and art.
I know about days spent thinking with my eyes open, but all I see is the reflection of my retina on the back of my cornea.
I know about days spent crying because those tears needed to come out so God could put them in His bottle.
What a relief. Thanks, Gentle Shepherd, thanks.
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