Time With God
James was three days old. Isaac was making me breakfast and I was in the bedroom holding James. I had just finished feeding him, was utterly exhausted emotionally and physically, and still processing the past few days. I had music playing and was singing to the baby boy I was finally holding. The baby I had
in LIfe, Time With God
It’s been almost two months since my dad left his earthly home to join his Heavenly Father in his eternal home. Most days are okay. But other days it’s so so hard. I know this is all a part of the mourning process, but...