In the previous post I wrote: And in a strange way I come to love the seemingly unlovable even more than those who might seem more easy to love. Does that make sense? I thank God for giving me that love to love with.” 

So many thoughts and feelings, confided with the innocence of a child to a father and mother who showed me God’s ways. God’s love from those who cared. The mother and father I never had.

But years later one was heard to say, “…I have no compassion for childishness. Such a person should go for counseling.”