It comes around every holiday or big event. The dread. The crackle of electricity in the air. The cough mask wearing and obsessive hand washing. The bulging eyes as someone coughs all over the apples at
It’s been over 10 weeks since Theodore came into this world. Ten crazy, lovely and hard weeks. At eight weeks, I wrote this: In the days following his birth I was an emotional wreck, like most mothers.
I’m always frustrated by those spacey moments when everything seems so far away. You know that feeling, right before you enter into restoration? It’s when all hell breaks lose, something triggers your fear, you’re thinking
For You are my hope; O Lord God, You are my trust from my youth and the source of my confidence. Upon You have I leaned and relied from birth; You are He Who took me from my mother’s womb and You