Take a human heart overfilled with love, bind it very tightly with 100 ropes of fear, soak it for eight weeks in a vat of volatile female mid-life hormones, sprinkle it repeatedly with bad news, injustice, and unpleasant surprises, stuff it in an earthen vessel with a really big mouth, then stomp on it! What do ya get? A knee-jerk reaction comparable only to the eruption of Mt. Saint Helens.
Last night a couple of my family members spent a lot of time and energy telling me what a louse I am and how badly I behave. In keeping with my 2009 resolve, they are right.
Though they have greatly misjudged the intentions of my heart, they have right to criticize my behavior.
So to those I love so deeply that I have hurt so badly, I say--I'm sorry.
If you can, through forgiveness, look past the crudeness an imperfections of the big mouthed clay pot, scrape off the layers of circumstantial crud, wash away the unstable hormones, and somehow cut through the tethers of fear, you will find more love, pride, encouragement, support, and hope than you can measure. I love you. I believe in you, and I'm proud of you because of who you are, not because of what you do. No other woman could have finer sons and daughters and I'm blessed to be married to a man that tells me when I'm acting like a jerk.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have an old broken jar that I need to hide away in the closet so it can cry itself to sleep.