What's Your Problem?

She call over and asked if she could see me. As she entered my office, she asked if she could close the door. After the door was shut, she looked at me and simply asked, “What’s your problem? Are you Alright?” I stood there, not sure how to answer, because I was anything but alright.

God, I Just Do Not Get It

I stand there with someone close to me. We both hug each other through tears that will not stop. Once again, we have been dealt another blow. One more thing to place on the stack of sorrow and discouragement that has been at times, overwhelming over the past few years. As we both stand there, trying to get the tears to stop, we are plagued by the simple statement, “God, I just do not get it. I just do not understand.”

We All Need A Sam

“I made a promise Mr. Frodo. A promise. ‘Don’t you leave him Samwise Gamgee.’ And I don’t mean too. I don’t mean too.”

“I can’t carry it for you, but I can carry you.”