It's a boy

I had written earlier, that my sister was having another baby, she found out this week it's going to be another boy.  I'm so happy for her.  Another little nephew, a little brother for Eli.  I'm very excited.  Today has been a little bit of a struggle for me.  Not exactly sure why, it just has.  Guess I've been thinking about wounds of the heart.  The story of Adam's fall comes to mind.  It's pretty  simple and straight to the point, almost mythinc in it's depth.  Guess we all come into the world set up for a loss of the heart.  Then comes the story I'm much more aware of, my own.  Where Adam's story seems simple and straightforward, mine seems more complex and detailed, many more characters are involved, and the plot is sometimes hard to follow.  But I guess the outcome is always the same.  A wound in the soul.  Wounds are rarely discussed, mine only with my therapist.   Guess we all carry wounds.  I realize many of them started with my father.  Funny I get here in my writing, but then I start saying it's not so bad.  Actually it really isn't.  Sometimes I guess we think of these wounds, but thank goodness we having a loving father in heaven to help lessen these wounds.  Guess i just need to give them to him.  I'm really enjoying "The 72 Names of God",  great meditaions in it.  I'm sure I'll write more about it later.   Question to all reading this.  Have ya'll spent much or any time considering your wounds?  What brought your wound to the surface, or do you know your wounds?