Hope for Heavy Days
A year ago, each day was a step into the unknown. Life ...felt out of control. Our perspective about the future was bleak. Maybe that sounds familiar.
A year ago, each day was a step into the unknown. Life ...felt out of control. Our perspective about the future was bleak. Maybe that sounds familiar.
“Brace yourselves,” the doctor said. The months that followed were a Gethsemane place for me, a taste the bittersweet of Job, “Even if You slay me…”
A letter to the parents with chronic illness - you are not a failure - your sickness has not lessened who you are, but has added to it.