Lord, hear my prayer: Thank You.
My fear of dementia is for me to walk through (or with) today. With fear, without fear, we walk through that which we perceive as before us.
Blinding flash of the obvious: My perception is the storm...the grace of gratitude, the prize.
Thank you.
Blinding flash of the obvious: My perception is the storm...the grace of gratitude, the prize.
Thank you.
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