The absolute best comfort in the world was Grandpa’s lap. Something about his hands being so big and mine being so small; I knew that he was capable. In the safety of his arms, it would be okay. It was comforting the way he loved, with peace and gentle confidence. Maybe it was knowing he…
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Second-hand Trail Mix
I had no idea what the speaker was talking about. I had been listening for over an hour, but hadn’t heard anything at all. Heartfelt words had become white noise–background chatter instead of the truth I was searching for. The clamor of thoughts was loud and distracting; the quiet time I was hoping for elusive…