I'm hardly here at all

When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. 1 Cor. 13:11

I woke up with that verse in my head instead of a song. It brought me back to the story I told you the other day.

It all happened so long ago, when I was very much still a boy. At least when we met. She was six months older, but light years ahead of me. I was just shy of my 15th birthday when we met and just shy of my 19th when she died. We grew up and into ourselves together and apart. The apart bits made us find our way back to each other until it finally stuck.

I have this belief that, much like our bodies, our souls are made up of lots of little things.

My soul is built like a mosaic and everyone and everything that has crossed my path has placed a stone upon it. Some stones are so small as to be almost invisible, or not stuck with strong enough adhesive that they fall away and are replaced by a different stone. Some stones look huge but are really large swaths of smaller stones left by people that have come to make up the biggest parts of who I am. When I step back and take in the sum of me I can see all the people, all of the places, all of the events, good and bad, that have made me me.

I blame today's post on the rain and Neil Finn.


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