The warmth of my husband’s hug.
My youngest son’s smile.
My youngest son’s drive to make me laugh when I am sad.
The smile upon my husband’s face when I walk in the room.
The thank you for listening from my oldest son as I sat and listened as he cried to release things on his mind.
The gentleness of God’s touch as He pierces through my heart of fear to truly trust and love another.
the patience of my husband as I press through this bondage of fear to fully love.