The most cunning part of our violations is when our skeletons hold a bony finger to their mouths and whisper…Shhhh.
At this very moment, I’m sitting in an empty house. It’s my new beginning that is filled with fear and what-ifs and what-the-hell-just-happeneds. I am alone and afraid. I am starting over.
It happened to him, the same as it happened to me.
You were designed for a purpose. You are God’s instrument.
“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.”