The wall I slam into each time I need to ask her a question, and the concrete block I feel against my cheek, when I lean in to press mine against hers, rips me over and over.
I feel tied together by the functionality of life, and shattered when I stop to be alone and vulnerable.
I dread a little after 3 every other day of the work week, when my children run to peer into the glass door of our office, to see an empty chair.
I am so thankful for God's plan.
Yet this intricately, intense storm is going to traverse much land before it dissipates.
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Love you and praying for you.
oh love..I'm here if you need ANYthing!! love and prayers from me to you too!!
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