Years ago a friend told me she loved the movie The Hours, but I wouldn't. I always find that amusing. I think we can never fully know what might resonate with another person. I have seen it before but last night I watched it again. It is strange because it is hard for me to watch it without her presupposition in my head.
Watching the movie last night made me think about a lot of things. For one, how much influence a parent's emotional state can affect a child even when there are no words. Children do have an emotional radar. Sometimes the choices we make are profoundly influential, and yet no one else quite knows the darker choices we could have made.
Each day is a choice to live. In the Deuteronomy we are told that "life and death" are set before us. It made me think about all the people I know who have chosen death in the sense that they've given up on really living. I also realize how easily I could do the same. Suicide is a taboo subject - and I have even heard it called a sin. I won't weigh in on that one, no longer feeling the need to have an opinion on anyone else's standing before the Lord but my own. But, I have learned that a half-life is not really a life at all.
I have personally been quite busy, but emotionally and mentally in a funk. My blog has been lacking because I can't get a stream of coherent thoughts to go in one direction together. But I will choose life, and hours and days and weeks and months and years of joy with those I love. No more half-life for me.