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.

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