Sigh...how heavy can a meal get at times...
Have been getting this sense of being overwhelmed as I look and think about my family members...even just over dinner on sunday night. We don't really talk much....but somehow, the non-spoken conveyance of body language and actions....it spoke in greater measures, for me.
And as I look at each of them, I feel....helpless.
Her enveloping stress and pressure from work.
His loneliness and struggles.
Her concern for her children.
His efforts in trying to hold everything.
What can I do? So many a times I just wished to be close to each of them, to go up and offer a shoulder or a word, in their hour of need. But somehow...I can't...or I don't know how. At times I had thought some progress had been made, only to have something happen.
Even had some nightmare from it already. I don't know, nor do I dare to think....but is time running out already?
Am I shouldering what is not mine? I don't know....but I just can't help feeling in their shoes to a certain extent when I look at them. How can I not...just wondering how much have I contributed over all these years.
Please, show me what I can and should do.
And let me tend to it, fast.
The old broken melody, blowing through the trees of Eden.
They say the heart of man is too far gone to save... yet in the quaint humdums of the neighbourhood, in the midst of gains and losses, joys and heartaches, pleasure and pain, friends and foes, battles lost and won, you can just hear that quiet whisper, of an amazing grace....upon this unworthy life.