i n s p i r e d . . .

There's that saying "out of the pan and into the fire."  While I can't claim attachment to that, I can absolutely relate to "from one burner to another."  I keep finding myself in the same predicaments even after proclaiming that it won't happen again.  I should probably pick up my book and re-read it.  While my inclination is only to help, to listen, to offer support, I find that often, I'm back and forth in hot water with one person or another.  Stop already.  But I can't just... not care. It's not my nature, nor my desire.  Surely there has to be a balance when lending a hand.  Surely.

Today, my niece would have turned six years old.  The day she was born was the day she died.  I think about her often and wonder what life would be like had she lived.  I miss her.  I miss her and I never even knew her.   I'm grateful I got to hold her at least once before we laid her to rest.  Thinking of you always, Raylynn. 

No matter how I say it, the words escape me, and my point is not taken nor even considered.  I wonder if I'm ever even really speaking.  Perhaps, I'm not saying it right or, my tone is off kilter.  Either way, my advice falls upon deaf ears and I depend on my actions to do my bidding for me.  But still it falls short of getting us to read from the same book and I feel helpless to change it.  How can you show someone a glimpse of the world through your own eyes?  If only.  Then again, there is always hope.  One day, I'm sure, the sun will shine brighter, leaving no one in the dark.