Over the last several months, I have been working on forming a new habit.
Whenever I am especially feeling the ache of grief, I try and encourage my heart (when it is ready and able) to look for my Dad’s love.
I try and keep my eyes open to it. I try and open my heart to the possibility of it.
I often pray something along the lines of: “Lord, help me be …
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