I opened my bible tonight…the one I got from a retreat when I was in high school. I remember that retreat so well. How spiritual it was, how close my bond was to God, and the instant connection everyone had with each other and how everyone was there for each other. I miss that. I miss going to weekend retreats fully devoted to the Lord surrounded by people that were my age just as...
I would LOVE
to have some dipndots…
Right Here Waiting
By Richard Marx will ALWAYS make me tear up a little
When I'm sad.
I vent. I’ll give someone a call, meet them somewhere, sit with them in mine or their car, talk, cry, and hopefully feel better. I can’t do that here. I don’t have many friends…and the less than a handful that I have I don’t feel like I can run to them like I can with my family and best friends back home. And I feel like the hubby just gets tired of me being upset...
Why must I be so close to my mom that it makes me so sad knowing that I’m leaving her once again. This visit meant the world to me.