I wish I knew how many more years… I wish I knew how many more tears… But I know none of these things except this truth – that “He who promised is faithful” (Hebrews 10:23).
"Thanks for babysitting baby dolls, and letting tiny hands put polish on your big toes. Here’s to the dads who watch princess movies, and slow dance in the kitchen."
It wasn't until I lost my mom that I learned to truly appreciate the simple times we had together. I pray you don't make the same mistake with your mothers—or daughters. It's hard being a motherless mom.
“I screamed ‘MY SISTER DIED!’ and I chucked a cup of water across the room. A wave of relief washed over me as I thought now that my sister is gone, there was no way God would take my husband too.”
"Friends, this is a painful truth, a call for help, a wide-eyed end-of-my-rope shouting from my darkest and most cob-webby places that I can't do it anymore."
It’s not really even something you can wrap your mind around. You go into it thinking that 18-20 years sounds like a long time. Then suddenly hours turn into days, days into months, and months into years.
