What I found

What I found

Is a story of what I didn't.

There was no great serenity, no big revelations.. yes, I greeted Him and I exhanged respect and thanked Him many times. He was gentle with me. Showed His face and kept it open as long as I was there, sure.

But when I was there I was so much in struggle with a relatioship to a teenager I call my daughter. I struggled of how I could really reach her, come through. We were at unease.

Many weeks has gone now and we are back in Sweden. We have had our tiny moments and it is so easy to slip back in the pattern, so easy. We had a deal that she would do some chores at home while I'm in work, she suggested it, as a payment of some other favors she had just got.

Things done = 0

Maybe I have forgotten the youth, how it was? Maybe there's something there somewhere.
When I have rested an hour my irritation has gone... okay, so we didn't say when, we actually didn't. I can't blame her.

So I finnished to read a book today. Paulo Coelhos Onze minutos (Eleven minutes) and it really made me think of what is and what is important. When is time to let go of things, when is enough?

We are learing along the road, while we do it.

Don't have the answer and I'm not enlightend in any means. But I know this

Something has happend.