In my apartment that night, I sat cross legged on the floor next to my blow up bed, facing my closet. I rocked back and forth, tears streaming, mouth open, silently screaming . There was nothing surreal about the moment. The agony was definitely real. The conversation with my father replayed constantly and the tears flowed afresh every time. Read More...
I prayed often and earnestly, practically begging that the outcome would be different. Watching my stepmother battle leukemia was both terrifying and sobering. When my mother passed away, I didn’t have any real reference for how brutal cancer could be; How it could suck the life and vibrance from even the brightest soul. My mother’s death was a harsh crash course into the realities of the disease. This time though, all of that terrible knowledge was etched into my brain, and I couldn't fathom going through it again. I couldn't bear to watch my father go through this again. God had to intervene.
There is a joyful innocence that you experience with your first pregnancy. Your imagination comes alive with all of the possibilities of what can and will be. The furthest thing from your mind is what could go wrong, and even if you do consider it, you never envision it happening to you. Experiencing a sudden loss robs you of that innocence the second time around. The journey becomes more or less a treacherous trek, as opposed to some grand adventure.
You know that initial cocktail of feelings you get when you go on a roller coaster for the first time? You stand there watching the ride, seeing people shriek and laugh with an equal mixture of fear and delight, or throwing up what appears to be their entire lives as they cling to the harness [...]
“God is not pleased with your relationship. You can cry and pray all you want but this relationship is not going to last”. I was shocked, a little taken aback and BIG mad! Who did this chick think she was? As far as I was concerned, this was none of her business. This was the man [...]
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