When Rhea and I left for church this morning there were two moose hanging out on Hollywood Road. When I drove to pick her up this evening from the Jones the same two moose were hanging out in the very same spot. That was a nice feeling knowing that we haven’t startled them nor chased them off. Perhaps tranquility suits my thoughts better. I like tranquility. What is hard is when my tranquil life is rocked by tragedy and sadness, as it happened this week. A dear little friend of thirteen decided life wasn’t calm and attempted to end it. She didn’t succeed but her life will never ever be the same. There are a million questions and no answers. I need to find the calmness in my soul again and I need all of her friends to know that life is so very wonderful and that there is joy in the journey. I need them to know that when they find themselves down in a valley they need to look up where a loving Heavenly Father calls down, to “climb a little more.” I will pray for you little friend.
Tara Truly 