Message Rocks

Waiting for June event which I dread with every fiber of my being. While mom and Becky are here, I often take a walk on the beach to calm my anxious thoughts. I'd find a rock to bring home on the walk and write a promise on it when I returned home. Faith. Hope. Love. Peace. Jesus. Each day of the June event, I put a different rock in my pocket. I kept my hand in my pocket rubbing and holding the rock throughout the day's proceedings trying to impart whatever attitude was on the rock into my restless soul. It helped a little. Squeezing the rock like you'd squeeze someone's hand if you were in pain. I was in pain and no matter how hard I squeezed that rock in my palm, it didn't mind. 

Dwight taking an evening walk in Oceanside at the jetty with sweet Nico, our boxer. 

I swear she's an angel in a dog suit.