Jack of Harts

I donated the last of my mom’s Christian romance books to the bookstore in the church that is accepting them this weekend. I am told that people are literally buying them by the bag load, so they are helping to support missions in the world. That is awesome. And it was another trigger point for me. I left the store and realized I’d donated all of her romance books. I mean, I’d already known it. But was different to FEEL it as I walked out and the door closed behind me. I’d closed a door I hadn’t realized I was closing, and I can never go back through it again. I mean, I CAN go into the bookstore again, and I will. But it was the feel that mattered. That feeling of closure hit way harder than I expected. I broke down for a bit at that point. That was tough.