While strolling through a warm meadow on a lazy June Sunday, something ripped me into a cruel parallel universe. Darkness presses in on every side with shadows…
Learning who I am - a journey through faith
While strolling through a warm meadow on a lazy June Sunday, something ripped me into a cruel parallel universe. Darkness presses in on every side with shadows…
What you don’t know about my grief, maybe everyone’s grief, is the raging battle within. Every action I take and every interaction I engage buffets me…
I don’t have a name. I don’t know what to do. I am not the person I used to be since Caleb died. Caleb was born…