I like to hold on with both hands. I'm that kind of girl. I am the kind of girl who has her eye on every thing around her that could go wrong, I have a Plan A, B, C, sometimes all the way to Z.
I am also the kind of person who doesn't like to let go of something that has great meaning. I have a friend who has been staying with us for about 4 1/2 months. Being someone who likes to have her space, I kind of thought this person might get on my nerves, say, day 2, but its been 4 1/2 months and the worst thing was that they kept forgetting to turn the shower thing so we would get splashed in the morning. Seriously, that was the worst thing. Tomorrow they move out, to their own condo, and I am SO excited for them, new beginnings, fresh starts, and I remember when I first got my house and how excited I was. How exciting!
For me, I am completely sad. I hate to let go. My dad says that a PSYCHO-trist told him when I was little that because my mom had to push me away because she couldn't bare my weight before she died that this had some kind of affect on me. I don't know if all that is true. All I know is that I am going to miss my friend, a lot. I think about people who are married and when one person is left standing all by themselves because the other one left, I can't imagine this being even close to that, I just pray for all those people out there who need to be loved.
Deut 31:6 6 Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you."