
I have a tell for when I am deep in thought with something that is weighing me down. I sigh. I probably have always done it but a little over a year ago my husband started asking me what was wrong out of the blue, or so I thought. He finally let me in on his secret – I was sighing… often. Over the last fourteen months I have walked through my dad passing away unexpectedly, placing my mom in a nursing home, not being able to see my mom in person for almost a year due to COVID, and eventually watching her go through a week of hospice care after a stroke which left her unable to swallow. My mom and dad both saw Jesus in 2020. Yep, I was sighing …a lot. To be honest I still am. I was walking through the valley of the shadow of death found in Plasm 23. Not my own death, but I walked in that shadow, in that valley, with both of my parents.
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