Stumbling through the doors to Craig’s car, Craig holding onto to me, opened the door, and helped me in, as I immediately collapsed into the seat.

Weathering the storm in my soul.

I pray for peace, I pray for my spirit to be lifted as my mind wonders somewhere beyond.

Love of a mother is like a book with chapters and pages unfolding through the years.

Thank you for listening God as my pain is so deep.

God’s answer to his children.

Where is God when I am struggling so hard?

How many different types and styles of men are there to choose from? Naming them and categorizing them all is extremely difficult to say the least.

Sent from heaven.

“How could they have scolded me like this?” the angry and frustrated Andrew thought. “I don’t care anymore, I’m running away, never coming home again!” he decided.