Journal entry 9
Today there’s going to be a
Service of Healing and Hope at church, so I give up the notion of
going to Lake Chabot and sitting by myself under the eucalyptus trees. I’m
hoping to repair what has been torn apart. I walk up to the server on the left
not knowing what to ask for, but knowing that something is needed.
“What
healing do you seek?” he asks gently.
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