Christmas can be a time of reflection, for somber understanding...it takes courage.
I could hardly contain my happiness. It was a reprieve, a time of relief, and a moment of mercy.
That is the hardest pill to swallow. I think of this and I cry, then I get mad, and finally I trust in God.
Do I allow my body to conform and give up? Or do I choose a different path?
"Like my tattoo – the memory will always be there, an image burned just under the skin"
To let my tears flow uncontrolled in front of others was unacceptable.
I associated these gallant qualities with his beard.
The further I traveled in my faith journey, the more God moved people in and out of my life.
My writing goal is a 1,000 words a day. Some days are productive and I reach beyond. Some days, not so much. Writing is my pouring out. It is my time machine back. It is my mirror. Today, only 402 words came. I pray before beginning asking God for guidance. Whatever He wants me to write, I… Continue reading Pain in 402 Words