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Sep. 3rd, 2005 @ 05:53 am 
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When I was very young, I had an older sister who called me by my initials, J.D.. Somehow that got morphed into Jody. My family and everyone I knew called me by that name. I was back in the old neighborhood not too long ago and ran into my former next door nieghbor. He called me by that name. That was what I was called so everyone assumed that was my real name.
Jody was a shy little guy. He played by himself for the most part. He went to a private school in another town so he did not know any of the other kids. With seven older siblings, it was easy to be lost in the daily shuffle. Occasionally, he would get in trouble just to let the adults know he was still around. Mostly, he spent his childhood hiding because it was the path of least resistance.
Jody has to die in order for me to be the man God has called me to be. My wife did not marry Jody, she married Joel. My kids do not need a playmate. They need a father. Besides, Jody plays by himself and is not good company anyhow. My church and employer need Joel not Jody. The battle call is for warriors.
I have to let him go in order to be the man God created me to be. It is too easy to revert to being that shy kid. |
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