I fly away, oh glory. 11•25•13 It still hurts, just as much as it did that day. But there exists a peace that I do not even understand, and have spent the past two years trying to cling to. I would be so lost without the comfort and hope I have in Christ; for weeping may endure the night, but joy comes in the morning. While most days it feels as though the morning will never come, this is not the end, it is only the beginning.















