dear june —
x. belly laughing until you’re gasping for air — the best kind of nights.
xii. i love you… the best three words given and received.
xi. he asked me if i was generally happy with my drawing, to which i nodded. he asked, “how about in life?” to which i was taken by surprise. thankful for little reminders to always stay positive.
xiv. my world was rocked upside down. i felt shattered. alone. broken. i could scream forever and still not be okay.
xiv – …. thanks for being there. for being “a ray of hope in my heavy and dark world”. for “paving the path to my recovery.” for listening. i still go back and read your words when i feel like i can barely hold on.
xvi. thanks for your gentle presence. for not saying anything superficial to fix things, but always being there to listen.
xix. thank you for my twinnie. she is in tune with the Spirit and on fire with You. she constantly and consistently points others to Christ. she listens, and when she speaks, it is Christ through her. thank you for her love and her courage to speak the Truth even when i didn’t want or know it.
xx. my stomach wrenched. i wasn’t sure how i would survive that day but i did. standing there, my toes wiggling in the sand … i wished it all away. i wanted to drown, to die in the waves. the sea – it called me home. but somehow, someway, that call was not answered that day.
xxiii. thank you for sisters who drop everything to make it all better. who can tell when something is wrong before i even have to say it. thanks hon for spurring me on, for lifting my head, for telling me that everything may not be okay, but it will be okay someday. you are so strong. you and me – we will keep plowing ahead. one step after the other.
and when the night is closing in, don’t give up and don’t give in. this won’t last, it’s not the end. you’re gonna be okay.
ps. 28.7, 2 thess. 3.13, ps. 105.4, is. 26.9