We returned home from vacation today. Our car traveled over 3000 miles and suffered a few injuries along the way. The most significant one created the crack in this photo and could have seriously injured my husband. Immediately following the incident he drove to find me on my walk and share what happened. Although I didn’t move as I listened to his story, I felt as if I wanted to drop to my knees, thankful that he was okay. It wasn’t until now that he really articulated his feelings about the possibility of death and all that surrounded those thoughts. It is difficult for me to imagine life without him. I can’t imagine life without family and friends who love and support unconditionally. I can’t live without hope and faith in God.
Bread for the Journey 
Life can change in a moment as some of us have already experienced, and everyone will one day.
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