In John 14:16-18 Jesus speaks to His diciples about His departure. He says:
"16 And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Counselor to be with you forever— 17 the Spirit of truth. The world cannot accept him, because it neither sees him nor knows him. But you know him, for he lives with you and will be in you. 18 I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you."
"I will not leave you as orphans: I will come to you."
It is this phrase upon which I build my story. And what is my story?
My story is simply my life. a life which has been mostly happy. I have two older sisters, two sisters who are my age (bestfriends) and various other sisters, mothers and aunts who are woven into myself. I have two fathers - my father on earth who is no longer on earth, and my Father in heaven.
Where should I start now that I've started? I'll start with the present. It is raining outside. It's one of those lovely wet days when the rain does not cease and socks and shoes get thoroughly wet but one is happy to be alive and all the more grateful for a warm house from which to enjoy it all. I have put off writing for almost a month and now all my thoughts are gone from me except the conviction that I should be writing something. something that I know.
I guess the first thing to explain is the reason I write. I do not desire pity. that is something I have always despised - to the point where I would neglect to tell people that my parents are dead, because I loathed the look they would give me - of pity, as though I had missed out on something special and were less of a person through no fault of my own. Ofcoarse I feel that way sometimes about myself - but you must never feel it for me! I guess I am writing because my believe is firmly this: "to each his own". Every person will have some - thing that happens to them, this may be in circumstance or within the mind - it means that every single person has or will "go through" something. So this is simply meant to be an account of some of one person's "going throughs". Hopefully something speaks to you, to us. That is why I write.
