Good morning and happy Friday-eve!
I pray that your week has been productive. My study time this morning and week have had my wheels turning. 315 more words
My sweet Brittani knelt on the floor, face buried in my old blue jeans. Her non-waterproof-mascara-tears blackening two swirling circles on my legs, she sobbed, “Lord, why won’t you change my husband’s heart? 1,939 more words
Something hurts inside me, but I can’t figure out exactly where or what it is. Every part of my body aches; my stomach is turning and I feel like throwing up, my heart is beating slower, my head screams, and my legs got weaker I can’t make myself stand straight. 687 more words