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It is fitting and delicious

Affirmation By Donald Hall

To grow old is to lose everything. Aging, everybody knows it. Even when we are young, we glimpse it sometimes, and nod our heads when a grandfather dies. Then we row for years on the midsummer pond, ignorant and content. But a marriage, that began without harm, scatters into debris on the shore, and a friend from school drops cold on a rocky strand. If a new love carries us past middle age, our wife will die at her strongest and most beautiful. New women come and go. All go. The pretty lover who announces that she is temporary is temporary. The bold woman, middle-aged against our old age, sinks under an anxiety she cannot withstand. Another friend of decades estranges himself in words that pollute thirty years. Let us stifle under mud at the pond's edge and affirm that it is fitting and delicious to lose everything.

Jealous for your love.

One of my 'things' is to have long, soulful talks with young girls.
When I was a youth leader- that was the main thing. I could discern things about their lives and help them see God's hand in their life. Eventually they'd laugh and warm up and begin to ask me really honest questions about their bodies, sex, love, rejection. I am really good at affirming them, calling out the best in them, and making them feel safe. We just talk girl-to- girl. I listen, understand, and take risks.
Just today I started a conversation with a girl I don't know that well - but by the end of the two hours, we were laughing and crying together. I just asked her questions - really heart-full questions. I was searching for her treasure with her - I truly wanted to know the answers, I was truly, deeply, interested.

It could feel her come alive as she answered and shared.

I would give ANYTHING for someone in the world to show this love to me.

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