Have you ever felt really lost?
I remember, as a boy, I visited my grandfather’s farm in southern Minnesota. The corn
was tall, and I was warned not to go out into the fields; but I went anyway. I got
hopelessly lost and soon I began to panic. I yelled for help. Nothing. I ran this way and
that and succeeded only in getting more lost. Finally, I heard the voice of my father
calling my name. I followed his voice and I was safe.
Have you ever felt really lost?
On a trip to France, as an adult, I took a late night walk on the back roads of Brittany. I
got disoriented and could see nothing but black. Again, I felt the panic rise in me until I
saw, off in the distance, a light. I headed for it, lost it again briefly, but kept going until I
was safe.
Have you ever felt really lost?
A friend shared with me that when she was in college she took an overdose of pills. She
woke up in the emergency room staring into the face of a nurse. She asked the nurse,
“Haven’t you ever felt this way?” The nurse nodded slightly and said, “yes, I have.”
What if there had been no voice? What if there had been no light? What if there had
been no face?
I am here to tell you that there is always a voice; but we must be willing to listen for it.
There is always a light; but we must look in unexpected directions to see it. There is
always a face; but it may belong to a stranger.
We will miss our friend. She was a talented, bright, artistic spirit. We are all diminished
by her loss; but realize that we are all voices, all lights and all faces for someone else. Be
confident that your love and spirit can make a difference for the people that you touch.
Be there for them.
I remember, as a boy, I visited my grandfather’s farm in southern Minnesota. The corn
was tall, and I was warned not to go out into the fields; but I went anyway. I got
hopelessly lost and soon I began to panic. I yelled for help. Nothing. I ran this way and
that and succeeded only in getting more lost. Finally, I heard the voice of my father
calling my name. I followed his voice and I was safe.
Have you ever felt really lost?
On a trip to France, as an adult, I took a late night walk on the back roads of Brittany. I
got disoriented and could see nothing but black. Again, I felt the panic rise in me until I
saw, off in the distance, a light. I headed for it, lost it again briefly, but kept going until I
was safe.
Have you ever felt really lost?
A friend shared with me that when she was in college she took an overdose of pills. She
woke up in the emergency room staring into the face of a nurse. She asked the nurse,
“Haven’t you ever felt this way?” The nurse nodded slightly and said, “yes, I have.”
What if there had been no voice? What if there had been no light? What if there had
been no face?
I am here to tell you that there is always a voice; but we must be willing to listen for it.
There is always a light; but we must look in unexpected directions to see it. There is
always a face; but it may belong to a stranger.
We will miss our friend. She was a talented, bright, artistic spirit. We are all diminished
by her loss; but realize that we are all voices, all lights and all faces for someone else. Be
confident that your love and spirit can make a difference for the people that you touch.
Be there for them.
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