As a child in southwestern Oklahoma, tornadoes were the norm – hiding in the hallway under a mattress or in the neighbor’s storm cellar. There was actually something quite thrilling about it, to be honest. But tornadoes in the dead of night were not a notion back then.
Tag: Death
Even when death… thank God
Thank God that, one day, the joyful reunion of all the saints will erase all the sadness of days that have gone before, when tears were shed and ‘why-God’s were asked.
To Repair The Broken
Sometimes, it’s like I’m living life within my comfort zone. I’m not stretched too far towards pain, nor am I touched too greatly by joy. Instead of the ups and downs, I’m left alone bobbing in the tepid waters in the middle, the ocean between the islands of heartache and elation, pain and joy. This… Continue reading To Repair The Broken
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