I love these moments, waking up to a chourus of sweet music sung by the birds, a sweet melody coming from thier cute tiny little throats. And the golden sun shining down on everyone. It IS the goodness of God. For these moments Lord I am forever grateful
I’m fighting myself. One minute I want to remember. The next minute I want to live in the land of forgetting. One minute I want to feel. The next minute I never want to feel ever again.