Refreshment along the journey.
She rests on me so I cannot move. The hours are as full as my arms and yet my head has more goals than these hands are free to do. By the end of the day, it’s a wonder what was accomplished – not a single piece of laundry even […]
"Pray for my arm, mama. Pray for my arm." I almost missed the moment, small as it started out. To most, it was no big deal, really. But as the cloud of mindless distraction dissipated, I realized the largeness of his request. It was the first time he had asked […]