Archive for agosto 2005

I’ve told about our friends D and A before: in chess, they could represent the white king & queen, and D and I would be the black ones 😀. It made me laugh when we first met them because David is as tall as hubby, Adria probably my height, but they are blond and we have dark hair. The similarities don’t end here, David is studying at the seminary to become a pastor and Adria studied music, being a voice major as well!

Anyway, last year for Thanks Giving, David invited us to have supper at his parents house. It was a honor because although we didn’t know our friends that much, we were already introduced to the “whole” family. Besides, his father was really pleased to be able to practice French and German with us (D doesn’t speak German, but French he does). Later during the year, both his parents joined the Lutheran church and the same congregation, so we were seeing them often on Sundays.

The dad died last week. He had been sick for a long time, and we were all praying that if it was the will of God that he lived, please be it a decent life (not depending on a machine, or constant care…). It has pleased the Lord to call him home last Monday. The funeral was Friday.

I felt sad specially for the wife, D’s mother, who is left alone. And it was good for me to hear her say the same thing at the funeral, “I am not sad, see, (she had cries in her eyes)… I am sad for me, but I know that he is better in heaven, with the Lord”. I often pray that when it’s our time to go, darling and I die at the same time. He keeps telling me that in his family they all die very old, more than one hundred years old… So I’m afraid we will be around for a while… 🙂

Today is D’s, our friend’s, birthday. They invited us, and although I was supposed to teach this evening, I canceled my last students to be able to be with them.

I felt anguished going to the first funeral of my life thinking that I wouldn’t know what to say or do… but apparently just our presence was enough. I felt as though “being there” was all that mattered. And I also know that they meant it, when taking us in their arms they said, “I’m glad that you came”.

When I say… “I am a Christian”
I’m not shouting “I’m clean livin’.”
I’m whispering “I was lost,
Now I’m found and forgiven.”

When I say… “I am a Christian”
I don’t speak of this with pride.
I’m confessing that I stumble
and need Christ to be my guide.

When I say… “I am a Christian”
I’m not trying to be strong.
I’m professing that I’m weak
And need His strength to carry on.

When I say… “I am a Christian”
I’m not bragging of success.
I’m admitting I have failed
And need God to clean my mess.

When I say… “I am a Christian”
I’m not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible
But, God believes I am worth it.

When I say… “I am a Christian”
I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches
So I call upon His name.

When I say… “I am a Christian”
I’m not holier than thou,
I’m just a simple sinner
Who received God’s good grace, somehow.

by Maya Angelou

…being home! I like the new apartment, yes, but not only because the place is nice. It’s home because my heart is here (am I repeating myself?). My heart belongs to Dada, and Dada belongs to me! la la la (quoting an Ella Fizgerald song, and changing daddy with Dada on purpose). Call me cheesy, romantic or whatever, but D tells me he is not romantic, he is in love! Which, of course, is not the same thing: you can be a romantic person, but not necessarily in love. You can be a good actor, but don’t really mean what you say.

I like to do my everyday things: going shopping, groceries, cooking… even cleaning (?) thinking and knowing that he will be back tonight. He is filling the place with his presence. Above all I like to come back home after work at night, and know that he is already there. *sigh*

We like green. I’m talking about plants now. We both like to watch things grow. By the way we have a new friend in the living room, I don’t know its name but it’s green, quiet (have you ever met a noisy plant?), and I have to water it quite often.

De todo un poco

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