Learning to Live , Again, On Purpose.

I do not like text messages…is it my age?

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My friend’s were in a car accident yesterday, less than a block from my home! I found out from a dear friend, who is also my life sponsor. Yes, I have a sponsor to get through life. Everyone should have one , I mean it! Just for informational purposes everyone is A-OK, and home now.

The next few pieces of information I received were thin and sketchy, by text. When I called no one answered and my orders were to contact my best friend’s son with the information so that her daughter heard it only from her brother!!! The only #$%^& information I had was there was an accident and her chest hurt! Yeah! Great! I was stuck carless at home! I was officially pissed. I called the boy and then had to leave a message! I felt like @#$% !!

Hours of this until an actual phone call was made, from my friends phone, from another friend who had her phone and then would not let me speak to my friend. Very angry again! She was right there and all I wanted was to hear her voice…DENIED!!! I seethed!

What did I learn from this…you’ll be surprised! I was…

This was not about me.

I was worried that this meant more care taking for me and if that were to be the case I was not in control right then! Not a good feeling.

That this was my “control freak” taking over,

I was frightened…I pride myself on my lack of fear. I was scared!

I was sick, and someone else had managed to get attention! How wonderful was that realization, do you think?

Finally I realized what I have said all along to my bestest friend…text messaging leaves a lot to the imagination…and what it leaves is doubt, misunderstanding and a lack of thorough information on any topic. Technology has now made conversations devoid of humanity and emotion…

I’m just saying…Talk to me! Won’t you just talk to me?


Author: Hopeannfaith

Welcome, I'm Andrea ... HOPEannFAITH ... I write and take pictures as a way of expression. These are gifts given by a loving and indulgent Father, to a headstrong and stubborn daughter, with much to say. A semi-retired social worker/secretary, I now call myself a writer. I've published one internet article and written many blog posts. However, publishing does not make one a writer, anymore than taking a box camera to the park makes one a photographer. What makes one who and what they are? Well God for one ... formed me before the foundations of this world (Psalm 139); and many, many years after putting away my passion for wordsmithing and picture taking He gave it back ... in droves. I am a culmination of my choices and experiences. It is here that my experiences color the world in print and color. It is my goal to reach just one soul a day with love ... encouragement ... understanding or just letting that soul know that they are not alone where they are today. This is about creating ~ all of it. Creating a HOLY and SACRED place where the ugly truth can be healed and the beauty of a moment or a tear can brighten a day for the experience. Why HOPEannFAITH? Hopeannfaith is my inner child, and she is maturing, as she should have done all along. She is learning all about how Faith fulfills Hope. She is learning how to live. HOPEannFAITH ~ the wonder twins all wrapped up in one, me. These are my Journey Journals ~ written and visual. I welcome your company. I welcome your friendships. My Journey is in the light ~ although I have and will share the shadowy corners and the dark ~ so you know that you are never alone there. If we hold hands in the dark, and we walk, side by side, through the shadow, we will reach the Light together. In relationship with one another and with the Light. Blessings.

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