In an email to Kim earlier today:
I made this this am. It's a headless superhero crawling out of a vat of tears. Remember when I sketched this after some meditation when we were going through all that junk with mom and dad? I remember thinking of how superheros become that way after being ordinary people who experience extraordinary tragedy. Chloe saw it this am and questioned me. She nailed it by saying, "Oh, so the tough things are what make us who we are?" Yup.
I have not lost hope in the anchor, the One who holds my hand. I know all of this will continue to shape me and bend me and teach me. To some it might look like I've given up, but I know I have not. I hope God will reveal this to everyone about themselves, their own faith. There are always two sides to every story, so we better stick to the rock. Seriously, I don't get it but there just ARE two sides (if not more). He will bring us all out of the vat victorious. Hopefully some day we will all get along knowing this, get out of the way and trust God to be God.
Your crazy neighbor, Mel
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You are my super hero...and I don't care if you have a head or not. Seriously...you inspire me and I am so honored...so you probably already know what has happened...but it was the coolest thing. I will email you later. Love you so much. Like a lot and I love how you express yourself and guide your kids and the whole thing. For reals, amazing.
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