I was offended today whilst listening to an old Samson friend (around my age) dialogue with a new friend (not at all around my age) for how indirectly re-traumatic his approach to this conversation irritated, angered, short-circuited my peaceful, mundane drive into work.
So much so that I sent an email that I'm now not quite sure what to think of (especially as it relates to the reply I received).
For through that listening session, I felt a myriad of negative emotions related to my confusion over expectations. Expectations as they pertain to middle-aged, tenured, veteran Samson guys like me.
The best thing that's come out of this (so far) was that email that I penned. For I sent it to my hero. And had I not had that emotional response earlier in the day, the email would have never been drafted / sent detailing my mid-October trauma (which has been hidden away up to this point in time).
God works in mysterious ways. Using some of the most unexpected tools to unearth past pain. Thanks be to God.
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