It wasn't clear and it was only a whisper, but I will go to my grave believing he pulled me close and told me he loves me.
He's still in there, and we have a long way to go. I sometimes alternate between fear and hope ... and I'm grateful that there are small moments of joy that make my heart smile.
Your blog buddies haven't forgotten you. You can almost feel the energy of all those prayers going out at the same time.ReplyDelete
It's just that at such a terrible time, it seems unfitting to be blogging.
Please believe...I for one, would much rather be holding your hand.