Discovering what love is one day at a time
Photo by Mohamed Nohassi on Unsplash When I was growing up, there was a childhood game called Mercy that we would play. Honestly, it was only fun when you were winning, and even then, not so much because to win you had to execute the win with strength, skill, endurance, and most of all pain tolerance. The player that cried out “Mercy” was the one who surrendered to their opponent who with their hands clasped opposing yours had managed to swiftly twist your hands wrists and fingers into an unsustainable and painful position.
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AuthorI have been married to my wonderful husband for 29 years. We have two young men ages 25 and 20.. This blog is somewhat of a journal and attempt for me to remind myself of my purpose and invite others to join me in keeping an eternal perspective as we move through each day. Archives
May 2023
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