If our respirator is given for another life, we will be okay. We will be at peace. We will be at peace because if we die, we will live again in a better place where this is no need for a respirator, no pain, no sorrow, no grief, no mourning, no crying, no viruses.
One day you’ll look back and remember all the positives you learned that you might not have otherwise.
When we hurt, we look for people who have traveled a road of similar pain before us. We look for stories of hope and survival to help us on our journey.
You never know when someone will be sitting on their front porch and recall a fossilized memory of you that will trigger a smile in them.
Yet, beneath black rivers, tears run clear to my soul arousing tender shoots.
I gaze and breathe, gaze and breathe.
God himself relates to each of us with his senses. #RadiantlyBroken
Sometimes we don’t know what we don’t know until we learn a hard lesson.
Dad was close to death, and if Barb hadn’t taken me to see Dad that day, he would have died.
My friend, my anchor, my watchman.
Beginner and intermediate leafy greens.
Caught between life and death.