The 4th of July is a day of celebration in America. After a year of restrictions, families could finally pull together to celebrate. Something hangs in the air. Among us regular folks, the celebrations seemed muted after a year of losses. What is this heavy weight in the atmosphere?
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Okay…I didn’t run away from home this weekend. I carried my little blue bandana around since Thursday. I tied it to my purse. It reminded me that I have choices. I could fill it with protein bars at any time and run. It gave me comfort as much as the tattered panda from my childhood comforted me when I was so young (his name was ‘Panda.’ Original for an about four year old don’t you think?) It also, for me, was a reminder to pray…
Milly Really! 