My attitudes
We were needy when our basement flooded; wet, on our knees, packing boxes of washed-out memories into the trash.
We were loved when friends from church and community gathered to help us out.
But now I hurt. Is it wrong to mourn lost memories... lost stuff... the stuff of my dreams... when I know so many others have lost so much more?
We were loved when friends from church and community gathered to help us out.
But now I hurt. Is it wrong to mourn lost memories... lost stuff... the stuff of my dreams... when I know so many others have lost so much more?
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