4 Quotes by Laurie Alice Eakes

Crying had made her want a shoulder on which to rest her head, arms to hold her. She'd wasted too many tears alone in her room, her garden, walking along the shore, praying for God to send her someone to share her sorrows along with her joys.

The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken hear; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit. Pslam 34.18

Loss makes the soul sick.

The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken hear; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit. Pslam 34.18.