Fortunately there is not a neon sign on my forehead proclaiming the absence of intelligent thought. I would just as soon keep that one under wraps.

 

John wrote a lovely song about the widow and Elisha, and her hopeless situation. In it is a directive that has continued to jostle my stuckness for twenty years. 

 

"When all your dreams have broken and all your hope has died,

when shame and fear enslave you and take away your joy;

When all the love that's left in you won't last another day,

Find an empty life, bring a broken heart. Find an empty soul and from a small beginning let the love flow."

 

I notice that marriage provides the chance to find someone who needs me, right when the meter on my emotional tank reads empty. I cannot explain it. But that does not seem to matter.

 

 

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