A Breath Of Fresh Air
I woke up one morning. The house was quiet. I made a pot of coffee, made my bed, took a shower, and got dressed. The house was still quiet, so I sipped on my cup of coffee and my brain starting thinking. You will never be loved again. You will not be good enough. Who will know you better than you know yourself? Why are his clothes still hanging in the closet...he left you. The tears begin to fall, one by one by one. The insecurities that were mute while we were married, were doing push ups while he was dying. The thing is though, I didn't have TIME to pay attention. There was absolutely no peace and quiet. And even though he was sick in the bed, his presence and kindness and love was very much still there. Its easy when someone is sick, or gets injured, loses their job, anything negative, we pray. We ask for guidance from God. We ask for his will and kindness. We say, its going to be ok cause...