The story...
During my mid-life years, I went fishing to recreate. Inevitably, I'd call my dad to tell him what happened. I knew that he was interested in fishing, and he seemed to appreciate learning about my episodes too. There was a sort of give-and-take in those conversations - we were both able to "check in" with each other.
I lost most of my interest in fishing after my dad died. Strangely, I seem to have gone fishing to reexperience good feelings from early years. Maybe I wanted my dad to know that I was okay and that I appreciated him in a way that I could communicate.
My dad was a good man. Yet, he wasn't able to meet some of my significant needs. I accepted this truth and loved him, thankfully, for who he was.
I do fish now for different reasons. I no longer seek my dad's approval and I don't need to be fishing with another person to be fulfilled - I'm "okayer," thankful and more content.
The only church in town will be a place where you can meet a close friend, friends, community, and God within view of that bright Light that's God's revealed Word. Why not honestly live out life within community as opposed to acting out on your own? You're an important part of this epic story of life - why not live out your part?
Just for today...
"Expecting him to be a nurturing person was unrealistic . . . I adopted some of his character defects as my own . . . I needed to give myself what was not in his power to give - love, acceptance, wisdom, a safe childhood, and a healthy initiation into manhood." Hope for Today (p. 296)
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