I don't have the words to express my gratitude for the love and support that Zoe and I have received in the wake of Peggy's death. Moms working on fancy thank you cards for you but I'm not creative enough and just lazy enough to let her do it.
Where am I at depends on the second. It like when you get a bit of road rash on your knee. The initial pain is rough but the healing process is the tough part. The wound begins to scab over for healing to take place but how it shoot up and down your leg every time you move it. It itches all the time always on your mind no matter what your doing. You go back to work and its there throbbing pulsating with every beat of your heart. I hear a song on the radio and its like slamming your scabby knee on the coffee table. Unexpectedly my world is afire with pain and anguish. The sheets on the bed weigh a thousand pounds and drag across my skin like sandpaper. I feel stupid and helpless that I cant function normally and there is so much that I think needs to be done. I could not run. I could not walk. I could not crawl. that is when I didn't have to find someone, you were there to carry me.
What is to find your story with in a story within a story. Me raise Zoe alone? That's like Frodo the little hobbit who finds himself the only one who can take the One Ring to Mordor. Equally stupid crazy impossible tasks for the likes of either of us. Unqualified, untrained, to small, to weak, to well us. Good guys no offense but this task, really?
Then out of no where we aren't alone. Frodo had his fellowship and me mine.
I'm so glad to have had this fellowship surround me to see me through this.
Maybe your Aragon a man trying to grip who you are. Legolas all around good guy. Grumpy gus Gimli. Jack nuts like Pippin and Merry. Wise like Gandalf. Loyal and true like Sam. I dont even care if your a hater from Gondor just looking to pick it up when I drop it. I dont know what your bringing to the table i just know its more than enough.
God is telling a bigger story than any of us can imagine. More epic than we could ever dream of. It's his style to take the weak to lead the strong. Who the were the disciples? Iliterate fishermen, zealots, tax collectors, this is the who he picks? What qualifications did they have? My story and your story are tied together. Thank you for playing your part.
MALCOLM: Appears we got here just in the nick of time. What does that make us?
ZOE: Big damn heroes, sir.
ZOE: Big damn heroes, sir.
MALCOLM: Aint we just
- Firefly, "Safe"
