Tangible & Real

Sometimes words can be fluffy. They don't add much. Some other times they can be hurtful and thoughtless. But today one sentence was like going home. It was comforting. The support for Alison and I has been overwhelming. Overwhelming has been the word that I've used most often to describe it, but it doesn't really capture the picture. See, I am a word-smith, and I knew it wasn't adequate.

So today when I was walking back from the mail box, I stopped after reading this:

Nothing said it like that. I got tears in my eyes. I couldn't help it. They were the right words. Thank you, Alan and Leslee (whom I've never actually met). Your words have helped me.

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You know, I feel like my posts lately have me becoming a preacher. And that's okay, but I didn't want to alienate anyone not sharing the same views of religion, but sharing the concepts of love and support and friendship. But I have to admit my predisposition to talk with God and think about where I'm at and what he's doing with me. So after the above, I thought about God. That internal dialogue clicked over and the conversation went like this:

"I know you say you don't test us more than we can handle, and now I realize that's true. Well, I 'know' it's true, but I've been feeling overwhelmed lately, but really I guess I wasn't. People help SO much. Is that the lesson I am supposed to get from this? Or is it that I can take more? Can I take more? I hope not. I know Alison's got to be verging on a full-tank of 'it.' She really didn't want to go to chemo today. She started thinking about it last night. But, I guess I can. If that's what the plan is. But thanks, God, thanks for helping us through this."