Thursday…

Thursday. It seemed so normal. Breakfast. Coffee. Brush teeth. Clip my RN credentials to my freshly pressed uniform. Give my Jess a see-ya-later kiss and off to the children’s hospital to love on some of the most tender little ones and their families.   We all do it. Check the boxes in our day, brush teeth   ‘check’   make grocery …

Psalm 118:17

I will not die, but live, and tell of the works of the Lord. Psalm 118:17   If I deny this place and push away the emotions and fear it will mean I am strong and righteous and I will float above this place and my toes will not feel the spongy undersurface or the earthy cold that I know …