it's a mystery
I saw something in a facebook memory this morning that reminds me that, as much as I'd like to pretend I'm in control of anything in my life; I'm not. The funny thing is it was a memory from two years ago that kind of balled that theme up with the idea of God making me deal with some unpleasant things from the past. I'm mindful that it was sometime this week nine years ago that Wendi left. It's not a scab wound anymore; it's sufficiently healed to the scarred point. I realized that when I was helping her chase her little one down in the front yard. All I did was go out to check the mail and wound up wrangling a kid. I was eating a tangerine. Her daughter was crying, so I was then not eating a tangerine but giving it to her and giving her a hug and trying to dry her tears. That's a long way from nine years ago. I got a text from said ex yesterday about an insurance matter. It took me until yesterday to finally get her off all my insuran...