Why You even trust us with so much, I can't even imagine.
We alternate between pumping triumphant fists in the air and rocking quietly in the corner, squeezy eyes and knitty brows, vulnerable to the next thing next.
In a matter of weeks, issues that include extreme trauma, mental illness, genetic disorders, and tired, old grudges, which serve to poison the waters, pass through our hands.
We stand, arm in arm, carefully considering whether we are meant to dodge or take the shots:
What are we supposed to be to learning?
Can we set it gently to the side and move along?
Is this our burden to bear for a season?
Who is wearing hearts on sleeves?
and should we?
It's hard to say in a world of emotions but I KNOW our hearts are true. Even in their ugliest states, we keep it real.
Sometimes, we're all Daigle, inspired and fortified, but, as many times as not, we're blasting Adele, accidentally alienating the ones we love and raw as can be. Let's just keep the Gungors, Eminems and thems to ourselves, shall we?
Preacher says, if you are a person demanding leadership, it's because you've never experienced it in real time. Otherwise, you carefully consider the cost.
It's just that I'm still not up to doing any of it without you. And, especially, not You.
You hold my arms and/or I'll hold yours, but, whatever the cost,
let's do this.