I've not spoken to my mother in years. I never imagined my life this way, but I had a choice to make: listen to my heart or follow God. I could no longer accompany her down the path she was going. Tolerance of sin, justification of self, and wresting of Scripture to please the flesh. I ...
Each Piece of My Heart
I grieve for you, daughter. You claimed you were so strong, yet you took the same path your sister stumbled on. Each piece of my heart was left to bleed afresh. I grieve for you, daughter. You claimed you were so strong, yet the world you have entered laughed as you became ...