Many of us have spent the last couple of days reeling from the new NY law that states babies can be aborted up to full term.
Sixteen years ago I spent my nights working on a puzzle into the wee hours of the morning. While I should have been resting for school the next day (I was only seventeen), my mind was too busy for sleep.
Now that the Devil’s Day Debate has simmered down, I thought I might stir the pot a little with some truth.
I feel like I’m totally acing this school year already!
I did not address the injustice of our government separating families at the border in my last article. I intend to do that now. Firstly, I need to make it clear that I am not here to discuss our country’s politics. This blog is about the Lord and always will be as it is a reflection of where my heart is.
Old wounds heal slow sometimes. It took me 30 years to realize my earthly father had never really been a father to me. Though I pray and cried much and received healing, the “loss” of my father could not be mourned in one day.
Our second daughter, Evelyn, was sent home sick from school yesterday.