It’s been a year and a month. Since the accident. In the last year and a month, we have, in no particular order: bought 27 acres, traveled to the Northeast and along the eastern seaboard and Christmas last year on
We’ve tried to celebrate the kids’ birthdays well. Presents, cake of their choice, food of their choice, sometimes birthday parties, sometimes small gatherings, sometimes the beach, sometimes family from out of town and sometimes just hanging out at home.
Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words. Romans 8:26 I had a friend, whom
***I was sitting down to write down some thoughts I had been thinking about and saw this is my drafts from four years ago. I still feel the same way about the letter. Grief looks different for all of us.
This is a tender subject. It’s a really tough one. It’s tough because I’ve been in the pit of being as prideful as I could in my pain, and it’s a temptation to go back there. I could go back