“I seriously thought I might die,” she told me this morning. “Three straight days of intense pain like […]
Brother
“Redemption will never burst through the door waving a flag of victory. Instead, we must look under every rug we have swept our pain and tragedy beneath. We must write our names in the dirt left behind on the floor of our lives. And when we find the courage to write them out…redemption will come to us, the quiet hush within our hearts.”
This is about my sister. This is FOR my sister. She has stage four metastatic breast cancer.
“I’ve carried around my broken brother for so long, but today I could hear his voice on the other end of the phone – and in it the hope of second chances.”