It's just after midnight and I sit here with a greatfull heart listening to worship music and thinking about how different life would be without my wife. The beauty of our life together cannot be measure in the 9 children and 12 grandchildren that we rejoice in. It cannot be measured in all the sacrifice we made to get from 1972 till today. It cannot be measured in tears or trials that have passed under the bridge, nor could it be measured in the early loss of 4 who await us in heaven.
Life has (and will have) its burdens to bear, and calamities, those things give us passion. Struggles exercises the sinews of life and strengthens the bones of bearing. We all need that regardless of the comfort we seek.
It's just after midnight and I sit here with a greatfull heart listening to worship music and thinking about how different life would be without my wife. The beauty of our life together cannot be measure in the 9 children and 12 grandchildren that we rejoice in. It cannot be measured in all the sacrifice we made to get from 1972 till today. It cannot be measured in tears or trials that have passed under the bridge, nor could it be measured in the early loss of 4 who await us in heaven.
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