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Show 73? And did he understand t h a t I knew of his nomadic tendency, and that I wasn't enough to make him whole, that I had not been able to heal his wounds and that my arms were not long enough or strong enough to bind the shattered pieces of his soul together. Only God could do t h a t. Had Aunt Karen also f e l t t h i s b i t t e r anxiety at loving that which connot be possessed? My father had dedicated himself to Sod at an early age. His dedication had outstripped the narrow confines of the family long ago. 'Who i s my mother? Who are my brethren? . . .whosoever shall do the will of God, the same i s my brother, and my s i s t e r, and mother.' And my husband. Perhaps Brian feared that devotion might wash me away from him, or take me back, in an ebb t i d e , to my family. The lake r e f l e c t e d perfectly. Trees, wispy clouds, rocks. I also feared commitment for fear of losing. But to escape in divorce, to render my l i f e or his so cold and empty, so b r i l l i a n t with frozen promise, to rob my g i r l s of t h e i r father as Foster had been robbed, as in a way, I had been robbed... 'Moses gave t h i s law for the hardness of your h e a r t s .' Had my heart become so hardened with thought, so overlaid with ideals that compassion and love were buried? . n i nf divorcement and to put 'Moses suffered to write a b i l l 01 aivuiu her away. . . ' But my father had not really put Aunt Karen away. In his heart he had not let her go. She had left him, and the ^+ nf the Fullness of divorce was a means to living his concept ot xne j. AAvn-rrpd her, she could the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Had he not divorced ne _ :uu But he had waited, longed have jailed him for bigamy, hei J^*^ |