The Last Teardrop
A great many years ago, the parting from your Mother almost destroyed me.
That loss was deeply intimate, and it seemed to me that it was the end of my world.
In the years that followed, there have been many other challenges and life lessons.
I discovered since then, over and over again throughout those years, that what I thought was the last teardrop wasn't even close to the end.
What I did learn is that the only thing that really matters and makes any difference is being true to yourself and what you know is true, getting up each time you stumble and doing the best you can with who you are.
Throughout all of this, I have been both fey and fortunate (blessed). God has reached out and lifted me up, over and over again, and He still continues to stretch out His arm to me.
Love,
Dad
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