About Me
- RvL
- I’m from New York but my driver’s license lists that my address is Ohio. My passport has a number of stamps in it. I’m the youngest of six, yet oldest son. I have a number after my initials, but not my name. I like music. I like coffee, beer and bourbon. I am a follower of Jesus. I watch bonus features on DVD’s. For four months each year my wife and I are the same age. “I pledge allegiance to a country without borders, without politicians.” I am an ordained pastor, but don't currently have a church. I’ve eaten raw horse meat. I’m fifteen inches taller than my wife, but I look up to her. I still prefer buying CDs to downloading music. I’m a night owl, who doesn’t mind getting up early. I like to play games. I moved to another country nine days after my wedding. I sometimes quote random lyrics. I believe in miracles. I prefer desktops to laptops. I like listening to audio books. I watch Buffalo Bills and Sabres games. I have five sons. I'm living life mid sentence.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Life is often filled with apparent injustices. Such as why do individuals who cause emotional pain usually have no problem moving on, while those they've hurt cannot? This is something that I know I am not alone in feeling. But yet the knowledge that others feel this same pain doesn't seem to provide any comfort at the present. Time heals all wounds I know. Yet still, while I wait for healing to come, I wonder why she moves on with ease after she trampled the feelings and emotions of those she confessed her love for. I want to forgive her, and I know that forgiveness is a conscientious decision, yet no matter how many times I say with my words that I forgive her--my heart still wields the pain that comes with betrayal.
