I told you a few weeks back that I’ve been praying about what comes next for Woman Made Well. I’ve had the opportunity to be cocooned for a short time where life gets intentionally reigned in, wrestled, decluttered, and quieted. Where I can better hear…
The little kid inside me felt scared to death and abandoned. I’d lost one parent to death; now, the other was out of reach in so many ways due to mental illness. I didn’t want it but had a front-row seat to watch the decline…
The words meant well. The terms “strong” and the phrase “things would be okay” came from a heart that wanted to help. My head might have nodded, and my mouth might have attempted a polite smile, but inside, I knew it wasn’t true. That was…
