Some things are just better described in another language, perhaps because we have worn out all the words we know. After 10 years I have found a new word to describe how I feel. I think I need a whole new language.
I know that I will not heal until I forgive. And I have tried. God knows I have read about it, prayed about it, meditated about it, chanted it, blogged about it, journaled about it...everything but done it. I have got to move on.
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Sweet one, I'm so sorry. Can I see you this weekend? We get in Thu. night and stay through Mon. morning.
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