Dear Prodigal

I want to return, but I am afraid. I left without much explanation. It felt complicated. My desire for connection was replaced with a desperate need for protection. Isolation felt like the only option, and now it feels like I have been gone for too long. I find myself repeatedly rehearsing my re-entry speech, but…

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Prodigal Love

I was sitting at a desk that had been my husband’s, his Cross pen-set gone and the walls now void of his credentials and degrees. The circumstances that had unfolded in the months prior were difficult, to say the least. Mark had resigned and was engaging some much-needed Sabbath rest, and I had said yes…

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