I keep walking...I keep talking...but my hands tremble and my knees are weakened by life as it throws those awful stones.
It's been a long year, so much pent up inside me, I haven't cried or couldn't cry when I needed to do so. But one more stone, and now my tears are falling and it seems I can't stop.
I know things will get better and time heals. I also know what is a big hurtful stone to me is nothing in the eyes of many who are dealing with so much more than me.
I am not asking for pity or I'm sorrys. Just glad God has given me a few special friends to walk beside me.
And to those who have bigger stones, know that I am walking beside you.
