Month: February 2019
Black, Dreamless Sleep
“I cried until my eyes swelled shut, and then I slept, a black, dreamless sleep from which I awoke amazingly refreshed, at least until I remembered.” ―Elizabeth Berg
Life Gets Very Quiet…
Sometimes, I wish I still had an ounce of faith left to believe all of the positive things I post. I’m trying, but I’m also suffering and fighting, and when you’re going through all of that, faith is hard to come by. But someplace, somewhere, hope resides.
Standing Outside The Fire
Arvan negen jil boloogüi arvan jiliin khugatsaatai. Bi chamd khairtai, eejiigee sanaj baina.
Gifts of Grace
“Gifts of grace come to all of us. But we must be ready to see and willing to receive these gifts. It will require a kind of sacrifice, the sacrifice of believing that, however painful our losses, life can still be good — good in a different way then before, but nevertheless, good. I will never recover from my loss and I will never get over missing the ones I’ve lost. But I still cherish life… I will always want the ones I lost back again. I long for them with all my soul. But I still celebrate the life I have found because they are gone. I have lost, but I have also gained. I lost the world I loved, but I gained a deeper awareness of grace. That grace has enabled me to clarify my purpose in life and rediscover the wonder of the present moment.” ―Jerry Sittser
Easier said than done, especially in light of all I’ve been through these past two months. I’m in full-time mourning. It’s not a good place to be, and I wouldn’t wish this pain on anyone.
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If Only One Could Leave This Life Slowly
“It’s not that we have to quit this life one day, but it’s how many things we have to quit
all at once: music, laughter, the physics of falling leaves, automobiles, holding hands,
the scent of rain, the concept of subway trains… if only one could leave this life slowly!” ―Roman Payne