This…
I don’t know why some days are harder than others. I’m suddenly in a funk. I cry easily, I want to stay in bed and my body aches when I wake up.
This prayer was timely. 😇
When Sam died, memories became treasures and reality became bitter. A new day was painful because I was viewing it as lost opportunity. "If Sam were here" I thought to myself one day "I'd send him a text right now and tell him how much I love our new fence he built." That's when everything changed. When I allow him IN, I experience joy instead of the deep sadness of his absence. I can keep going each day if I get to share it with him. When I write he is with me. We are still one.