They are oil and water—fear and love. They don’t mix well. In fact, they don’t mix at all. Whichever source it is I draw from, whether fear or love, determines my response. If I walk in worry (with said concern or care for an outcome), I’m not actually walking in love—I’m walking in fear.
Never have I been more elated at the thought of being in glory than I am now that such a big piece of my heart is waiting for me on the other side. I know I will see her again. I know I will squeeze her oh-so-tight.
I will never forget what an amazing mother and friend she was to me.
That’s the funny business of assumptions: we size up a person sometimes with slivers of actual information but most often based on the formulated perceptions in our minds whose roots have no relation to a person’s actual character.
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