I’ve always believed that there was no such thing as failing, so I would continuously try over and over again. I’ve always felt that winning in different ways was the challenge, but was it really? 551 more words
On May 11, 2018, I shared an incredibly difficult and blessed moment on here (Journal #8). I had taken my granddaughter on vacation, and as we were at the airport to return home and with one phone call, life changed. 400 more words
I feel it, the flowing tranquility of peace. It washes
over every part of me like a fresh rain. This internal mechanism amazes me.
This world is still handing me a lashing, but here I sit, peaceful. 468 more words