This week the house felt… different. Not quieter in the way people usually mean when they talk about becoming empty nesters. It wasn’t just the lack of noise. It was the lack of purpose.
BSut for now, she can cry into me.”Someday, i know, her soul can be gentle and safe under the shepherd.
he feels like she’s failed Him too, and everyone.
I don’t play around to find out, I’m a very quiet person and yet life finds ways to get me involved into shitty situations. I don’t know. I’m getting tired.
ATnd if it was the last thing I ever did I would be proud.Aoday all we did was lay with each other then accept the beauty the world bestows.
s the perspective of sunset brings you to tears, the truth begins to dawn on me.