Dirty Diapers and Good Friday

Large tears rolled down my daughter's cheeks. "Nooooooooo!" she wailed. The scene had been going on for about five minutes now. My husband was trying to change Evelyn's diaper, which was wet and heavy and very smelly. My daughter was crying like her heart was breaking into a million pieces. "Waaaaaant stinky diaper!" Twenty minutes … Continue reading Dirty Diapers and Good Friday

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The Freedom to Choose. The Freedom to Move on.

Rejection. Hurt. How did I become who I am? I went to a prayer meeting last night and felt sure that something had been broken. I came home and, when my husband wouldn’t listen to me, I yelled. He yelled back. I cried. Then I gave him the silent treatment. I felt rotten. But still … Continue reading The Freedom to Choose. The Freedom to Move on.