I’m no longer a little ten year old girl wishing her Mom would come back. I’m not twelve years old, crying into my sister’s shoulder as we looked at their gravestone on Mother’s Day. I’m no longer fifteen, thinking of how things could be a little better if I could hug my Mom or see Shannon’s smile again.
I know loneliness more than I care to admit. I know the struggle of sitting alone with my thoughts and wondering if it’ll ever end. I know the unfulfilled longing to see people and enjoy their company. I know how tough it is to be with just yourself for so long. It’s hard. I know it is.
"Peace, be still." - Mark 4:39
"Like wildflowers, you must grow in places people never thought you would." - E.V