THE LITTLE COMFORT'S....

--They say he who stands alone stands the strongest. Maybe in some instance's that's probably true.
--Over the years I often ponder the question. Usually during along night trying to find sleep that won't come, or in the early morning hours enjoying that first cup of coffee waiting for the break of sun through the dark night.
--There's certain comfort knowing we are not alone in our struggles. Either it's in reaching across a bed reaching for the comfort of a loved one. Or knowing a family tree is filled with many branches. Or the certain belief that there is one who watches over us all.
--The dark night becomes not quite so dark and the rampart fear is resigned to the shadows where it reigns supreme.
--Sometimes it not a case of being strong by standing alone. But being strong because we are not alone.
--Sort of makes you wonder. I know it does me. Am I being strong for my family. Or am I strong because of my family......