Dove was just shy of being 12. This meant she was still 11 on the cusp of being 12, but also afraid of turning 12, and wanted to hold it at far away as possible, like a healthy person picking up a dirty kleenex. Being eleven meant being allowed to cuddle under a...
Another week. It seems at the beginning of a new year, the idea of possibilities and dreams can overwhelm and dibilitate one's hopes. This week I found myself feeling despair and hopelessness often. It seems like God has plans, but I continually feel paralyzed due to despair and hopelessness. I dream of being...
