Every dream wrapped up in those wadded tissues. The reservoir of hope was at dangerously low levels. Tears fell as she held the phone in her hand. Please Lord, let him be ok. Trying to disguise her sadness and choked up responses as she spoke to her son. A Mother’s heart aching for her son to be ok. She knew… View Post
The Father gazes into the eyes of his child as she climbs up into his lap. He cups her face in the palm of his scarred up hands with holes and says, Do you know how much I love you? So, so much. His love swallows up everything else. The pain, the regret. Thoughts of others opinions. Scars of her… View Post
I was cold. Shivering cold. You know, the kind of cold no matter how many layers you put on you can’t shake it. And then, I thought I should look within the chill of my heart. Underneath my painted on smile and telling myself, “You’re good.” I peeled back the calloused state of my heart and saw the broken parts… View Post
She looked me in the eye while admitting her heart was removed from where it needed to be, at home with the marriage she entered into 12 years prior. Explaining the struggle of her heart, her walk with God and all her surfacing childhood issues, she said, “I don’t even know how I got here.” Her brokenness revealed her sadness… View Post
Disclosure: (This article is not condoning divorce or hitting a few bumps and throwing the towel in and quitting. This is for those who have tried with exhaustion every means possible to sustain and restore a relationship. It takes both parties fully committed to making a relationship work well.) Velcro is incredible. The capacity to connect because both sides do… View Post