This afternoon dad was laying on the couch in the living room. Each time Slate walked by he'd look close at him...making sure he was still breathing. As I was sitting and reflecting on this and the thoughts that must be going through his head, he comes running in with a tissue and places it over dad's face.
" Look mom. Now we can tell when he stops breathing...see the tissue rise and fall.."
The ever working mind of our Slate.
I'm reminded as we are in this moment of our lives that we have no idea what is next nor when will He pass but our Father knows. None of this takes Him by surprise nor weakens Who He is. In that, I find comfort. I find a peace that passes all understanding.
I'm reminded as we are in this moment of our lives that we have no idea what is next nor when will He pass but our Father knows. None of this takes Him by surprise nor weakens Who He is. In that, I find comfort. I find a peace that passes all understanding.
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