Tough Never Takes A Holiday

A dear friend, but it could be anyone. This friend is so valued I more than listen when he responds to my messages. It struck me, his comment, as being one that goes in more than one direction.

He wrote this: “Tough doesn’t take a holiday.”

Another comment, which will partner the first: Another friend [such blessings to have friend who spell t r u s t and never waver from that]. He said about someone whose ability to offend [that’s the G version], “Mark, don’t rent him space in your heart or mind. He’s not worth it.”

Well.

In order.

Tough. I can list to the end of this page those for whom I have such concern for their suffering. One of the joys—and yes, it’s a joy not a burden—is to develop friendship with the dearest people in the world, the members of First Christian Church in Lexington. Not for public announcement but they have taken me into their confidence how their Good Friday experiences, short of death but emotionally just as devastating, impact them. You dear readers know in a specific manner our concerns/worries/fears about Jason’s medical challenges. No less, about other family members. For instance, I wish that cancer and family conflicts could take a holiday. It is tough.

HOWEVER, tough has a foe. Same word. Tough can mean your determination to not let bad win. Your willingness to stand tall and face the woes head-on, to hammer them to the ground. That’s the good tough, it spells r e s i l i a n c e. I like that tough. I do whatever I can to embrace that tough. I hope you do, too.

On the other comment, it’s hard to deal with people whose words never match their actions. I get so tired, and have for over 50 years, to hear church members and more particularly minister “friends” who never turn their mirror into a window. Never. That used to cause anger. But, my friend commenting upon who fills space in my heart and mind has removed the situation. Honestly? It doesn’t exist. Because my friends never mute when I need them…and I do everything to never mute when they need me.

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About Mark H Miller

Diane and I live in Leander, Texas. This past June 17, 2015 I celebrated the 49th anniversary of my ordination. We returned to Texas after three years in Washington, during which I served as interim minister in Bellevue/Eastgate and Mercer Island. Am planning to begin a 5th novel that will have my protagonist, Tricia Gleason, serve a year in licensed ministry in Snoqualmie, Washington. The novel, "The Lemon Drop Didn't Melt," will find Tricia wrestling with ministry challenges. None of which more daunting than someone wanting her breathing to stop. All the published novels are available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle under Mark Henry Miller. A primary goal in our return to Texas is to make sure grandchildren get lots of attention--here and in Chicago and Washington, D.C. Traveling is definitely an activity that will not slow down. With that, of course, fishing will happen. To that the t-shirt is apt, "I fish; therefore I am." In addition to novels, the book of Blogs, "Voice Of My Heart," is also available on Amazon.
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