Writing is not the most important expression of life. It holds a valued position in defining the hearts of writers in unique ways, but it’s only another vessel in which communication can be executed or elicited from those who must put words in motion.
Grief shows up when you least expect it and has no regard for subtlety, though it hides sometimes in the mundane exercises of the everyday.
“Alone” takes on fresh meaning when the family you grew up with is no longer present.
People need to know they’re loved and that they matter.
Thank you, Lord, for the privileges you’ve given me. They’re too numerous to count or name. My family exceeded all I could’ve hoped for . . . I’m so grateful. Please continue to bless our lives, Lord, as we strive to live them for you. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.