It’s Thirteen–Let’s Celebrate with a Cappuccino!
It was a Wednesday morning on a beautiful fall day.
It was a Wednesday morning on a beautiful fall day.
When I was a nineteen year old bride, walking down the aisle after we were pronounced husband and wife, I felt happy--yes--but there was a glimmer of sadness, too. For months we'd been planning every part of this wedding and now it was over. Of course the joy of being a wife and being married returned, but I'll not forget that feeling that came wispy-like fog that covers a bright sunny morning into gloom.
What about you? Are you in pain, or so sick you almost wished you would die to be relieved of the pain and discomfort? Are you watching someone who is ill or in a severe depression? This may be a gift from God...
And only this time of the year, when the sun comes through, it touches an arrangement of flowers on a coffee table.
When someone is going through grief, sometimes people are afraid to approach the grieving person.
Sometimes we get off track in our lives, too. We get distracted by little things that keep us from finding the right destination.
In the meantime, we trust.
I'm leaving early tomorrow morning to attend my aunt's memorial service. A lot has transpired this week and I'll tell you all about it next week. Until then, enjoy the beauty of autumn.
There are all kinds of grief.
May you and yours enjoy this coming Thanksgiving day with good food, great conversation, and most of all, remembering Who provides us all things, our heavenly Father.