It's been over 2 1/2 years now since I started my wee little bloggie and even though it certainly requires more of my daily time than I ever dreamed possible I somehow continue to love it more than ever. I love writing about my cottage style home and my deep love for all things romantic, aged and worn. I love vintage decor and I can't see myself ever moving beyond what has now become so comfortable and familiar. I enjoy sharing about my family and my life-experiences. They often include my 33 year love affair with my Mr. AGPMan and the blessings of a long-term, happy marriage. Occasionally I write about my faith in the Most High, my father's affliction with Alzheimer's (The Monster in the Brain), my strong and committed mother and my only grandchild, Miss K. And, I
unapologetically blab fearfully self-promote my A Gathering Place business, an online site where I've peddled my hand-fashioned (and USA MADE) products for many, many years now.
All that said...I rarely comment on the events of the day because quite frankly doing so is not what my blog is about. No doubt there's more than enough
peace-robbing chatter commentary out there to last until the day comes I draw my last breath. It's not that I don't have my own passionate opinions about things. I do. It's just that I've chosen to only pen those thoughts when, for whatever the reason, I can no longer handle keeping silent.
A few days ago I caught a little blurb on TV that Diane Sawyer of ABC news had landed the long anticipated interview with Jaycee Dugard, the young woman who was abducted about 20 years ago outside her Lake Tahoe home when she was only 11. My husby and I watched in complete disbelief to the horrors Miss Dugard suffered for nearly two decades at the hands of her captors. I cried as I listened to her story and became physically ill when I thought about all that had been taken from her. A lost childhood. "A Stolen Life". Perfect title for her long anticipated book about her journey through hell and her ultimate redemption (it hits the bookshelves tomorrow if you're interested).
Personally I feel my birth-state of California (which I will always deeply love) owes this woman MORE than the twenty million dollars she received...a hundred million is more like it...and the same amount (plus some!) for her momma and her sister, too! Truthfully, no amount of money can ever come close to repaying any of them, especially Jaycee, for all they've been through.
I'm not sure just what I was expecting when I nestled into the comfort of my sofa last night to watch the interview. I suppose my greatest fear was that I would witness bitterness and anger and become overwhelmed with sorrow for a girl I'm quite sure I'll never meet. I was afraid I'd see a broken, ruined life. Shattered dreams, hope lost. Although I'm more than confident there will be many years of intense therapy for Jaycee and her family, I'm equally sure that the sweetness I sensed within her spirit, the gentleness in which she spoke, is no doubt a God-given gift, compensation of sorts for all she's been through. No one could survive such torment without the hand of the Most High being upon them.
Early this morning I couldn't help but reflect once again on all I heard last night. Like with most things that garner my attention I came away with several lasting thoughts and emotions. Honestly, my sometimes hazy-crazy life was snapped right back into focus. Too often I get caught up with the insignificant, the cruel and ugly side of living and forget that although life isn't fair, God is. Additionally, I have absolutely nothing to whine about. Nothing. True, not everything in my own world is fabulous and never will be. Sometimes I try and make you believe it is. It isn't. I'm imperfect at best and woefully complain about so much. Had I lived the nightmarish existence that became the daily life of this captive girl, I fear, if not for grace, I'd be locked up within a cage, tearing out my hair and ripping into my own flesh.
Within the deepest part of my soul I believe in a "Just God" and in His ultimate judgment. God certainly has a plan I am prepared to believe, but the designs of that plan are totally beyond my comprehension. I can't wrap my earthly brain around why He allows what He does. I only know that in the end He alone has the final say.
Therein lies my peace.
Lasting, unequaled, measurable peace.
"You are right Miss Dugard. Everyday is a new chapter and life truly is too short for bitterness and rage. Last night you taught me an invaluable lesson about hope and promise and just what matters in our complicated world. I for one am cheering you on! I'm cheering you on, girl! CHEERING YOU ON!"
Love to you all this day...