Dear Mother, God sees you. I needed to tell you that. Yes, I’m talking to you. Yes, you. God knows your hurts. He hears your quiet sobs in the night. It stormed here last…
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I walked in with an attitude every day. Every. Single. Day. I hated the class. None of my friends were in it. Not one person from my circle of comrades. The class next door…
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Pages flipped behind me as I tried to listen to the preacher. Flip. Flip. Flip. It was rhythmic. My concentration paused as I waited for it to stop. A second of silence and then……
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It wasn’t like I turned my back on God. I just couldn’t fit Him in my schedule. The birth of our third child pushed me over the edge – the pages of my carefully…
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I don’t know what I was expecting. World peace? The end of poverty? But when I asked the six felons at the table around me what they wanted for Christmas, they responded in unison.…