The Big Picture

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.

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Daddy Issues

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.