It's a fine line .....

.... between what's good for me .... and what's bad for me.

We've all heard that said, right?  Sometimes there's a fine line between love and hate; between good and evil.

Sometimes .... between a friend .... and an enemy.  (Now I have found that one to be very interesting.)

Why is that?

Why is it that something can be so very, very good for me .....  and yet can also cause me the most pain?

In my home ..... this is what causes me the very most pain:

     This is my favorite picture of Jim.  I have an 8x10 of it framed, sitting on my night stand.  It's the first thing I see in the morning .... and the last thing at night.

     It is such a very clear, very real picture.  Sometimes I feel if I just try hard enough, when I trace the outline of his face with my fingers ..... I'll be able to feel him, and not the glass.  

     But, of course, I never do.  And yet .... I keep trying.

     When I see this picture I cannot believe how long he's been gone.  When I'm looking at it, it feels as if he should walk through the door within moments.  It feels as if his deep voice will be sounding in my ears any second.  

     It feels as if he will come up behind me and draw me into his arms and not let go.  Not for a very, very long time.

     Sometimes I think about putting this picture away.  But only for a brief moment.

I'm not sure that the pain outweighs the good yet.  Some days it does, most certainly.  

But then there are other days ......

     It seems that my life if full of very, very fine lines.

And my eyes are a little blurry.