Tonight, She is the Most Important Number
This is Kristi’s post. This is why I write; this is why my home and my world have been turned inside out for months upon months as we planned for a church; just this:
COVER ME
I had almost missed her soft whisper as I left her room: “Cover me, Mama.” The words gripped me as I pulled the blankets up to her chin. She gave me the words I have been trying to find to express the emotions stirring within me the past couple of weeks.
CONFESSIONS OF AN ADDICT
I am more than an addiction. I am loved, and I am wonderful….even if I never change. This is one of the great truths of life: we are made for more, but we are enough right now.