When that wave of unbearable pain hits I feel like I’m drowning and with every ounce of my being I fight to get to the top of the water so I can breathe again. Tonight when it hit I grabbed my camera and got on my bike. When I got to the end of the road and past the trees and saw the moon I tried to get a shot of it…this is what I got. Richard would always say to me “I love you to the moon and back” ahhhhhhhhh baby I wish I could fly!
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning. James 1:17