My day began with a visit with my husband who had been in the hospital. Life had become a heavy burden for him and he wasn’t recovering well.
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My day began with a visit with my husband who had been in the hospital. Life had become a heavy burden for him and he wasn’t recovering well.
Read MoreThree weeks ago as I lingered between sleep and sub-consciousness, I felt an elephant sitting on my chest.
Read More“No!! Please don’t leave me here with these people I don’t know!” I begged desperately for my husband not to leave.
Read MoreThe morning began over toasted crusty artisan bread with homemade strawberry jam and French press coffee.
Read More“Can I come?” These words were a real risk for me as a young girl.
Read MoreTrails of Tears. Residential Schooling. Ground stolen by trickery. Deceit. Betrayal.
Read MoreGod always comes through for me. Not always when I think I need Him. And certainly not always in the ways I ask or demand.
Read MoreI was in my wedding gown, veil in place, bouquet in hand, just minutes from my walk down the aisle when Mother entered my dressing room.
Read More“It is well with my soul” This is one of my favorite hymns. It was offered by our worship team last Lord’s Day and I struggled to sing the words.
Read MoreI remember the day my mother shared with me a little bit of her story as a young girl.
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