MISFITS

It is a wet and chilly morning for my walk with Haiti.  All was fine until she picked up a piece of bone and it got stuck in her teeth and there was no way I could dislodge it. 

Fear does crazy thing like draining all your energy and making you feel weak.  After three tries trying to pry her mouth open and get the thing out I headed for home.  I was sure dad would be able to do it.

Fortunately she spite it out her self but then would have gladly picked it up again.

I was slow getting ready for church but dad drove quickly to Pat and and John's church.  He was leading a procession in, with the children singing Hosanna!  Hosanna!.  Sad to say we missed it.  It was an uplifting service except that I felt like a misfit coming in late and not being with people I know who love and accept me.

There is definitely spiritual strength being with others you know.
I am missing the wild energy of the spirit that has at one time burned bright within me.  It would seem to be just a part of the tiredness I am fighting. 

We leave the service after a few words with Pat and John.  It as great to have some nice hot stew at Sandra and Randy's home.  Dad was not tempted by any of her famous deserts which was a blessing

We skype with Mary and Simone and Shawna and Stephen.

.Dad's cold got worse by the time we got home.  He was coughing a lot so he laid down for a nap.

I come home to read a book on prayer and then take Haiti for another walk.

Every great faith has it's ancient mythologies and words of inspiration that encourage when all you feel like is a misfit!  I read of others who have had to find and renew their faith through prayer.


A true misfit is one who believes they can journey through life alone without the support of family and friends.

"Friends who you can reveal your triumphs and your failures to as well as  your joys and your fears"
come to your aid when you need help."
-The gifts of the Dark Woods