It was a beautiful sunny day today. The sun didn’t make things warm, but it gave light. It was still cold outside. I looked out of the window to see it. I didn’t think to just take a minute, stick my head out the door and breathe in the fresh air. I just chilled in the kitchen, writing and listening to music. The Holy Spirit was all over me and still is. I have been writing so much I forgot to eat. I think I will; after a while. When I am singing and writing, I lose track of time; there’s a clock on my computer. I hope the sun will shine tomorrow; I might go outside for a while if it isn’t cold. I need to get out of this house.
I am in my feelings. I have been thinking about my brother and grandmother. I miss them so much. I wish I could hug and tell them that I love them. Loss is never easy. It takes time to get over. The grieving process comes in waves. It doesn’t matter how long it has been. It takes time. No one can tell someone when the process is over. Only that person can decide.
Well, I am going to call it a night. Tomorrow is another day to write again. Until then, good night.