Because Going Back Changes Your Perspective
The day I went back began one afternoon several years ago. I picked up my children from school, we grabbed a treat from a drive-through and went for an after school drive, as I listened to them tell me about their day. “Amber likes Robert…Robert likes baseball…Karen...When Love Hurts You
Lying on the floor cradling my pounding head in the crook of my arm, drawing the design of the rug with my finger while clutching tissues. In the past twenty-four hours, the thing that I fear has come upon me. Walking in he announces the promise he made before God,...Worship
Music begins to play, and my spirit hears worship. I close my eyes and hum softly. Baby Girl hears as well. She puts down her toy and crawls to where the music is coming out of the computer. Pulling up to stand, she listens. I am suddenly aware of her presence. She...What God has Joined
In the beginning she was my mother-in-law, a feisty women who did not take “no” for an answer. She and her husband raised seven boys. I watch her flow in and out of sleep. I did not just lose a husband in the divorce, I lost a family. When the two become...
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