When you lose someone and it hurts, that’s when you know the love was real.
You can’t learn anything from losing someone you love. Any lesson you learn from that isn’t a lesson. It’s a compromise with life. A lie you tell yourself.
A person can’t possibly live without the one person that gave them life.
It is vain to think that any weariness, however caused, any burden, however slight, may be got rid of otherwise than by bowing the neck to the yoke of the Father’s will. There can be no other rest for heart and soul than He has created. From every burden, from every anxiety, from all dread of shame or loss, even loss of love itself, that yoke will set us free.
To be honest about it, I didn’t even always like Sharley. Maybe that’s the way it is with friends. Maybe the liking isn’t the most essential part of being friends.
Maybe it’s the sticking by. Maybe it’s the impression of yourself you get through your friend’s eyes.
Or maybe it’s all the little lessons you learn.
You can go on losing after loss.
Maybe I’d lost something. Maybe I’d lost a lot-more, even, than I could suffer-but I still had my own self. And lonesome as I might be, wasn’t no force on Earth or from above what could make me less.
This very easy divorce had become very difficult. I thought I was in the express lane and it was all fast tracks from there. Think again.
I told him I had once lost everything I had, too, and that I think that can be God’s way of building walls around us to force us to look up at Him.
I thought of all the hardships and people that I had lost in the past few days alone, but, most of all, I thought of how I didn’t regret any of it.