I grasped the glass of water held out to me without a crack of a smile. My lips pursed with an uncaring attitude. Raising my eyebrows, I swept my hand across my body, dismissing my husband in a mere two words. Why? Read on . . .
This week the story I offer my mind is one of hope – in a simple name of a weekday.
Do you ever groan when the early alarm clock rings, indicating that you NEED to get up and moving? The tasks are waiting and a mile-long. It's enough to send you diving back into that duvet, isn't it? But rather, what if there's more to a morning than tasks? I sincerely hope my struggle from over a year ago can encourage your heart.
Ever feel like the things you loved to do are now just too wearisome? I have been there in both my writing and other tasks for the past month. I present to you a spark of motivation again, hidden within the words of this poem. If you've ever lost a beloved pet and then dared to love again, this post is for you. Or you'll be able to understand the feelings of someone close to you who will go through the same. Caution...cute doggie pictures at the end. You have been warned.
No words exist to introduce this poem. Just tears.