After slowly stirring for my early morning shot, I mumble to my husband something along the lines of, “do you think sleeping on my…
1 day post D&C — Little River
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I am suffering due to a lie not from God — I must keep DOING in order to make the pain stop…
I think my greatest sin might be that I take things for granted. This probably comes from a general…
It’s mid-morning and I’m sitting in a coffee shop for a few moments before heading down the road to Greenville for…
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