A Warm Blanket
Underneath we’re all the same, perfectly imperfect, doing what we can, making our way through life, searching for a warm blanket and a tender hand to hold.
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Beyond Working Ourselves To Death
I want you to remember that you matter, that there is no honor in working yourself to death or sacrificing this life you’ve been granted for any dream.
For When I Am Weak…
The thought of strength through weakness is, like all great spiritual truths, a paradox — two of life’s extremes fused together…
Loving Kindness for our Inner Child
When I was a small boy my dad left the family … he came back just often enough to rub salt in the wounds he had cut in our hearts.