Like my black pup longing for our return, I wait…. I send out the feelers for God’s movement. No dry ground yet. He sends the rains and He dries the waters. Blessed be the name of the Lord…. I wait.
Read MoreComing to terms with my new state of existence was confusing. It didn’t make sense to me or the people around me. The doctors couldn’t find ANYTHING wrong with me. I questioned myself. I questioned healthcare. I questioned God. And I slept.
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