This morning it was the Kutz Mill Bridge that brought the tears. This is a little covered bridge between our home and "downtown Kutztown".
I drove into town this morning to mail a few things to Dianne's Mom in Florida.
Every time Dianne and I drove over that bridge, I would reach over and pinch her knee. When we were growing up, we called this "stealing some sugar".
For many years, it was our little ritual as we passed under the roof of the bridge... just to say: "Remember... I love you!"
For the past few days, I find myself on an emotional roller coaster. At times, feeling that I understand, feeling God's love, feeling peace. And, then, I zoom into the pit of despair, and the questions flood back and infect my mind and thinking.
Today, I pray for the Lord's arms wrapped around me. I am weak and heavy laden, Lord. I come to you. I have no other place to go.
That's very sweet, pappy. It's the little things that mean the most. Remember, I love you very much.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much... yes... we had so many little, but precious, things in our life together. I have no words to describe how much I miss her.
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