tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902924162234665124.post6287427292269799449..comments2024-03-28T03:28:00.337-04:00Comments on One Pink Balloon: Right NowRebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02899434949146448741noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902924162234665124.post-85854254796839519202013-06-26T21:52:06.862-04:002013-06-26T21:52:06.862-04:00Rebecca, I'm one of those women who have stumb...Rebecca, I'm one of those women who have stumbled through the gnarled trees and dense underbrush and found a quiet spot of sunshine and soft ground to rest on. The path is clearer, though still challenging in spots. Sometimes I still get turned around, but I am able to navigate my course more quickly. That dark, dense wood is bigger than any of us would like it to be. I would be surprised if you said you had found a better spot. When I was where you are, I clung to the idea that I would feel the sunshine again and it would mean something. You need to find your own way, but know there are people like me out there holding light for you even if you can't quite make it out yet. Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03533706560591305512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902924162234665124.post-59950487174086922352013-06-24T16:22:16.524-04:002013-06-24T16:22:16.524-04:00Thank you. I look forward to the day when my hear...Thank you. I look forward to the day when my heart is a little less jagged. Rebeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02899434949146448741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902924162234665124.post-74618110424698056332013-06-24T12:55:03.265-04:002013-06-24T12:55:03.265-04:00I remember thinking - many, many times - that I wo...I remember thinking - many, many times - that I would be willing to give up if I didn't already have children to raise. And I was so relieved I didn't have to work to think of a purpose to keep fighting the insane desire to give up. Because all I wanted to do was give up.<br /><br />Your story is different than mine, but, yet, the same...because we've all lost. We've all looked at the ruin of our life, shocked, questioning, "Is this REALLY my life? How did this happen? Why isn't this just a nightmare?"<br /><br />There's nothing to say, really, but that I'm thinking of you and I'll hold you in my heart and thoughts. It won't always be like this. That I can promise. It won't always be like this.Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17602773388220503573noreply@blogger.com