"...Are you all right? Is your husband all right? Is your child all right?" And with her son lying lifeless at home, she replied "Everything is all right."
A compilation of what I call LOVE LETTERS, for they were -and still are- love letters from Him to me, letters of strength and comfort to my still hurting soul.
But sometimes, life sucks the hope right out of you! And then what, my friend? How is one to respond when you’ve been smacked upside the head by the frying pan of life, and had your hope knocked clear across the floor? Read more...
"I myself walked up to the Ragman. I told him my name with shame, for I was a very sorry figure next to him ... I said to him with a dear yearning in my voice: "Dress me.""