Powerful journey through a child’s horrific living nightmare and into victory through Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior.
Today is a new day. I don’t necessarily feel new. My body has aged. Wrinkles tell their own story of life. Dying my hair and going to the bathroom at 3:00 am are competing for a medal. The gift of aging seems to be lacking.
Covid-19 was a moment in time that looks like something that brought us together- a virus that killed (really?)
In the aftermath, we clearly see that its accomplishment was to divide. How do you adapt to this nonsense?