Precious Child, You are my love, my chosen one, made by my gentle hands.I know your thoughts. I see your face. Your life is in my plan. This time of …
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She held my hand before my fingers were fully formed, cradling me in her hidden embrace. With each early breath, my body inhaled and exhaled the lifeline which only she …
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A friend with whom Rob and I have not spoken with in a couple of years called this past week. He visited his local Chick-fil-a where their seasonal peppermint milkshake …
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Eight years ago I received an unexpected call, altering the trajectory of my life forever. I wasn’t expecting the news that I had a massive brain tumor. I didn’t prepare …
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Two weeks ago, I posted about how this season feels like running a race that will never end. In that post, I talked about the training process and how we …