. . . at who I am.
Recently I attended a movie by myself. For whatever odd reason sometimes I enjoy going to the movies solo. This particular film shall remain nameless, but the one thing about this event that gives you a look at who I am happened during the previews to future releases. Once the clips started for the coming film War Horse, I lost it. Scrambling for Kleenexes in my purse, I sat alone trying not to bawl out loud, lowering my gaze and discreetly plugging my ears. Needless to say, I can't do most animal films. Tears me up. And tears me up. We've got two of our beloved Thoroughbreds, two beautiful German Shepherds, and one cat buried on our property. I type these words through tears. If you're not an animal lover, you won't get it. When this particular film trailer now shows on television during the football game commercials, off I go into another room. My husband might snicker at me, but he'll also hold me and let me sob when needed. He didn't always . . .
I can be driving in my rig and listen to the OnStar commercials on the radio, hear the frantic voices, the fear and desperation, and cry.
Remember the Hallmark commercials on television? Tear city.
Mention of the military? The Star Spangled Banner? Sobs.
Some of the songs I've linked to on this blog bring me to tears.
The same passion that drives me also steers my hurt level.
So. Now you know just a piece of me.
Father, I'm grateful for the sensitivity you've given me. I know I need to direct it where you desire it to be. Help me to do that. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.
Into the Fire 
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