I’m sitting in a Jacksonville waiting room, surrounded by family, my grandfather in surgery, a heart laid bare. The last time I was in Florida, we’d driven all night to leave on a Disney cruise. I cried most of the ride down, as I’d found only an hour before we loaded into the mini van that my grandmother had died. In between beaches, animated Disney dinners, and pools so full they looked like Kid ... View Post
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My son nearly died eight years ago. I began my first blog then. It started as an avenue for prayers, hope, and a place for me to cull all of my heartbroken thoughts. That first blog became more than just a place to seek out love and prayers; it represented a part of my life I desperately wanted to leave behind. So after three years of pouring my heart onto a blank white screen, I stopped writing ... View Post