June 19, 2011

Sometimes

Sometimes I don't want to be cheered up; I just want to be comforted. There is a difference.

2 comments:

abby said...

Hi Leigh. May you know our Father's comfort today. I still think about Paul every now and then when there is a street vendor yelling karpuz (and it's that season here). I guess the tape with his sweet voice on it must have stayed in the Doblo for a long time after you guys came to Canak that summer. I think it's forever embedded in our minds now... Love you guys from Istanbul.

MLP said...

I know exactly what you mean...well, not exactly, because I could NEVER, EVER imagine the depth of pain that you feel. Just know that you guys are forever in my prayers. I love seeing Whit around my house and being reminded of his sweet, amazing older brother. That's comforting to me!:) My prayer right now is for you to feel God's comfort. I'm so sorry, Leigh.