Without the comfort of place . . .
Everyone suffers loss at some time in their life. We are consoled by friends and family, and comforted by the familiar routines of our lives. A cup of coffee in our own kitchen, a walk down a familiar street, the well worn view from the porch, we find comfort in familiar places and things.
Our thoughts and prayers go out the the people in Japan who have lost everything. Every familiar part of their life has been swept away, the very landscape altered beyond recognition. Where do they turn for comfort?
wow, thanks for this post. It's very true.
ReplyDeleteVery well said, and so very true.
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