A box that can hold treasures of disappointment and regret followed by surprise and delight. It’s part of our own prodigal journey.
But this, with her…this, was a date…
You know, the Greeks didn’t write obituaries.
They only asked one question after a man died…
…whatever you’re doing at midnight is how your year will follow.
Once again I run. I run to you. Never away…always to and you’re always there for me. To comfort, console, and encourage. You have never failed me and I suspect […]
…each of us has had some kind of loss in life. It may not have been the physical death of a son or a daughter…
It’s raw. It has incredible power. About the big importance of small lives.
About why we matter.
I was looking for a particular journal entry this morning. There is no “search” feature provided by the software I use so it is a process of hunt and peck, […]
I thought that friendship was deeper. Maybe it was…just deeper for me.
What happens when local inmates and man’s best friend work together?