Leah Farmer

Personal perspectives on faith, literature, and life.

Tuesday, March 3rd, 2015

Last Breakfast

One last meal of talk and laughs with my BFF. So needed. So sorry to see her go.

Unclenched Fists

How can I possibly be so tightly gripping something I care so little about? I was feeling angry and displaced and frustrated today. And then I really thought about it…do I need to hold so tightly to something I care so very little about? Nope. Tonight I have unclenched my hands. Tomorrow morning I may have to do it again…and I will.

The Call

Talked to my other dear friend tonight about life and love. I am seriously so very fortunate to have such lovely lovely friends. 🙂

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