My Olympic Run
There isn’t a day that goes by when I haven’t received a sweet email, a touching card, a precious gift or a picture of Trent and I that someone took at a concert of us. There isn’t a day that goes by when I don’t wake up crying out for Trent just to hold me because I had a horrible dream about losing him.
I’m realizing my dreams are real, the pain is real, the questions and tears are never ending, and yet in my second breath of the day I say with the littlest of strength, “Jesus I love you…Trent I love you”. And I know He meets me right where I’m at to carry me through the rest of my day.
I still say with all of my heart, “Thank You!” I could write a book about all the love that I’ve felt from you all.