There’s a kind of “I hope not…”
What did I miss? What did we miss?
My boys and girls.
My point of view is hurting me today.
Regret doesn’t cover it.
As I progress into the truth of right relationship with God, I can’t help but wonder… what did I miss?
Is it enough – I wonder – to say that God was in control?
But it was me who was stiff necked, stubborn and blind. Self immersed, self obsessed.
But what use is this musing of what could have been… if only.
I see her swimming hard, in the current, head down… yielding, to that man. Believing in him, even now.
Where did I let go, when did I start to let it slide?
Where did that girl – who ran out to hug me that summer evening – go, where has she gone?
Running Down Vimy 