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Tangled Thoughts and a Snowflake Pillowcase
I was looking in your laundry room for the snowflake pillowcase Arthur asked me to bring to you at the hospital today. Instead I found the shirt you wore the last time you picked me up at the airport and crumbled. I went for a seat outside. After a bit, a buzzing...Sunday Night Despair? Stir Fry!
Right. It’s Sunday night—the time I used to sit down to write and share the latest incident with Dad for my blog Sundays with Dad. I mean, three years of that created a bit of a ritual. Now, even though Dad’s not around anymore, it doesn’t mean a ritual disappears. In...Mercy Me
Look to Me, He says. Joy invades, fear runs, hope wins. Life is yours, revitalizing, transforming, flowing. Go on, tell others what saved you. Now is not the time to be silent. Tell the story of how you were saved from the death of your spirit. How you fought until...