I have not been blogging for some days; I’m not sure I’m going to blog for a while. I don’t have the heart to. A few days ago, I disappointed God and I disappointed myself.
On a ‘Missions for Monday‘ post I wrote about a girl named Lola (not her real name but go here to read about her). A few days ago I heard that she was leaving. I went to her and tried to convince her to stay. But she was adamant that she had to leave; someone she trusted had betrayed her trust. I begged her and told her not to give up just because one person hurt her, but she kept sobbing and sobbing. I held her and cried in pain as she sobbed her heart out. I cried because I knew I was a coward.
I could have helped her. I knew exactly what she was going through and all I had to do was tell her my story. She was overcome with guilt and shame and if I had let her know that I had been precisely where she stood, once, maybe it would have lessened her pain and made her feel better. But I did not. I could not. I was not willing to go back and prod a wound that had taken so long to heal. I just couldn’t. I knew that I should have, not just for her but also for me…being able to help her would have brought some sense to all I went through. I would have known that even if I could not honestly have said it was worth it, it would have made a little sense. But I kept mute. I just held her and wept and wept; then I prayed with her and wept some more. It was a heart-breaking experience.
I wish I had the courage to tell her. But it was a story that would have hurt other people if she chose to be indescreet about it. That does not in any way justify my cowardice. I’m not sure I will be blogging for a while.


























exposure it affords but for the job such a qualification can bring. Education for the sake of education? Really! But with the financial meltdown and so many people losing their jobs, do those qualifications stand us in good stead? We have so many wonderful traditional hand crafts that are dying or dead…crafts passed down from generation to generation-until they gof to my own generation then book interest took over. I am not speaking against book interest, I’m only wondering what alternative we have when that qualification fails to earn us the life we desire. Do we just go for more qualifications? A Masters Degree? A PhD? What do those letters after your name signify?
This week I am finally taking the plunge and buying myself a sewing machine! I have been saving for some months and I have finally completed the amount I need.













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