I spent my youth doing one thing. Can you guess what it was? Well, besides sports of course. I spent it doing what most young boys do – trying to earn the approval of their dad. A few years ago I sat next to him in a hospital bed as he lingered in and out of conscientiousness.
I was an empty vessel that was never going to be filled by Leah, no matter how much she poured into me. She knew that too, and this is where the beauty of a spouse comes to life.
I still get uncomfortable when people do kind things for me just because. But I’m working to become a better receiver of blessings.
It’s also why I’ve dreaded this day since she passed. There was never the natural grieving process that unshackled the hurt of loss to allow for the sweet memories of sharing this special month.
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Brothers, that doubt is from darkness. Look to the Light of Christ & those old alibis that keep you shackled will shatter to your feet!