I will be back later with a post of some sort – per Master’s orders – but just wanted to get you caught up on life as it were.

The memorial was beautiful.  I cried – like there’s a surprise, Master says I cry at supermarket openings – and the songs they chose were just beautiful.  One is Untitled Hymn and it is just the most amazing song.  The other is one of my favorite songs – it’s called Held and it essentially says God never promised us we would not hurt or suffer loss or feel like the bottom has dropped out of our world.  All God promised was that we would not have to go through it alone.  The chorus says:

This is what it means to be held
How it feels
when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is how it feels to be loved
and to know
that the promise was when everything fell
You’d be held.

 I love this song on two very different levels.  I have a deeply personal relationship with God.  He is my Lord and I talk to Him as I would talk to any intimate friend.  I yell at Him, I cry to Him, I blame Him, I miss Him when I walk away, I go to Him for guidance and direction.

Which in case you had not noticed is a fairly good description of my relationship with Master.  Very similar and yet very different in ways I can’t explain.  But?  His promise as well is that although life will not be perfect and there are times where both of us will stumble?  He will always be there – He will never leave me – I am loved and I am held.

Does that make sense to anyone who does not think like I do?  (kinda scary to think there are those of you who think like I do now that I mention it…:) )

Anyway – the teen is off at his girlfriend’s for dinner.  The little man is at Awanas.  Mom is out with the girls and Master is currently slaving over a hot grill making me dinner…I am off to toss a salad and crack open a beer for Him.  Keith will be home in two weeks or so…and tonight?  I am going to minimally feel the His palm on my ass and perhaps more…sighhhhh.