I Wear These Lines and Scars With Pride
I sometimes look and don’t recognize her. She is not who she once was, the woman in this picture. Not…
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I sometimes look and don’t recognize her. She is not who she once was, the woman in this picture. Not…
Continue ReadingI look at him and my heart breaks into a million little pieces. It simply hurts too much to know…
Continue ReadingThese boys. They take my heart and run. They’re off to the end of the world and back in the…
Continue ReadingChild, you are not a statistic. You don’t even know the meaning of the word yet, but let me tell…
Continue ReadingThis is how I held you. Wrapped up, entwined in my arms until you finally gave in to sleep. It…
Continue ReadingToddler. Hood. Help me, Jesus. It is the swinging back and forth of a pendulum between staring at the most…
Continue ReadingHold on, little one. One hand in mine, your tangible human protector, and the other in the hand of a…
Continue ReadingTo my children, I don’t know why God chose to put us together. Of all the moms and all the…
Continue ReadingThere is weeping over the land. Hearts are burned, shattered, and torn. They are tired and broken. A weariness has…
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