Since losing my children and my dog I have continued to work. My work as a parish priest is the key stone of my life. In my old age I have finally fulfilled a call first heard in my youth.
I am not going to neglect it now. I may scale it down a little but there is great comfort in taking a service using the words spoken hundreds of time before.
On Sunday I did a said BCP communion before the service of Remembrance. Next week I will do a Common Worship communion.
I am still a lucky woman despite everything.
Khalil Gibran said it better than I ever could.
"Work is love made visible. "
"And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy. "
I am a bit short on the joy right now but I work because what
I do takes precedence over my grief.
It is my love and therefor my work. This does not mean I'm not now cross with God because I am but still I work and one day it will be with joy again.
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