How to recover from life’s greatest losses
I once attended a workshop called “How to Make Your Comeback”. And, frankly, it was terrible.
I once attended a workshop called “How to Make Your Comeback”. And, frankly, it was terrible.
I used to invite everyone into my pillow fort. Most people hadn’t earned my trust, but I gave it to them anyways.
“Don’t drive through the neighborhoods where the drug dealers live.” It was wisdom my counselor offered to me last week. No, I don’t do drugs. But, yes, I struggle with unhealthy habits.
You haven’t missed your boat. Or her boat. Or any boat. God is preparing your boat. And what can you control? Your ability to wait.
The bathroom floor. Every week, this is now where I meet my counselor.
It won’t always be this way. I’m whispering it to you. I’m whispering it to me.