The Most Critical Connection

    I open my messages. Again. The text I sent four hours ago glares back at me. I check my inbox. Four new junk emails since my last examination. Nothing from my sons. Scrutinizing my phone has become a compulsion. In the two weeks, four days, and twenty minutes since…

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Buttercream Frosted Chocolate

I cherish my prayer walks. As I stroll, autumn sunlight glints through the oak branches overhead. The Lord holds my hand, as He often does. I snuggle against His arm and lean my heart onto His Spirit. He listens to me in a way no one else ever will. I love…

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