Did any of you read the story about the new widower who made a small gesture of paying for a young couple’s dinner at a restaurant?
Before you read on, please take a moment to view this 41-second video:
As I watched this clip, my throat tightened at the act of pure love this young boy showed his little sister. He couldn’t lift her across the gap. He couldn’t hold her hand and pull her across. So, he laid down and became a human bridge for her. He wanted to be with her, he made a way.
On December 19th, I had a desperate need for someone to push my “Restart” button.
The days leading up to that one found me caught up in daily drama. An overwhelming number of items on my “must do” list pressed the air from my lungs, leaving me gasping for even one breath of joy.
We spent Christmas in a locale on many people’s “hope to visit someday” list. Hubby’s family lives in . . .
The land of beautiful sunsets, crashing waves, gentle breezes, and . . . frustration.