When I’ve forgotten how to Pray
And the words won’t come
Give me two,
When my heart searches for
The comfort of gratitude, but… 92 more words
Whew! We had a rough day today in trauma chronicles. Well…not really…..but we talked about the tough stuff….around this time of the trauma talk there is usually an unusual “I’m sleepy” or “I’m bored” look on some of the lady’s faces but really it’s an “I really want to avoid talking about this” face. 117 more words
This is just to say huge heartfelt thanks to those who leapt to comment on my previous post within mere minutes, seconds even.
I’ll try to reply individually but please pleaae please know that each one of those comments is the equivalent of a life raft or a chink of light in an impossibly long and dark tunnel. 61 more words