Life
Today, I’m thankful for my life. See, four years ago, I almost bled to death.
Today, I’m thankful for my life. See, four years ago, I almost bled to death.
I used to think about and ponder what I’d be doing on this day, this week in this year.
I’d imagined many ways in which I’d spend my 25th wedding anniversary.
Sometimes, you need to chew on scripture a little and let it really speak to you.
Oh, I know. It’s Jonah. He was flawed, but obedient. Well…
Life sometimes feels like we’re the puzzle piece being shifted around, never finding where we fit.
How are you? Three words that I dread hearing; that make me freeze and back peddle and fumble with words. Why?
Stuff. It’s just that. Stuff. Inanimate objects we assign value or usefulness. However, when your spouse dies, “stuff” all of a sudden becomes something heavier.
There are widows out there who feel like they have to live for their late spouse. Worse, are the family and friends who think, promote, and encourage this.
My little getaway presented me with a couple of “opportunities” and a case for the right tool.
It’s the quiet moments that are the hardest. You know the ones –
With gatherings and simple in-person interaction pretty much non-existent, I’m compelled to ask –
How’s your love tank?
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