This is not my home. No matter the beauty. This is not where we belong. My focus. has to change. Each morning. A shift. It's not about me. God's plan is better.  The missing overwhelming.  My son. I want him here.  Why did God not stop the accident? Why did he not save him? Why was it fatal? I fold laundry.  His clothes.  Worn by others.  I breathe deep.  It would be so easy to give up.  To just let the darkness consume.  The pain. The ache. The work it takes.  There is a hole; where he belongs.  His ... View Post