Dear God,
For decades, I waited to find my purpose. I kept looking but it just didn’t happen. I had faith it would find me. I just didn’t know when. Or what.
When it did, I realized what I had to lose in order to find it. My child.
That price tag is so high and so painful. I was so mad at you. Like Charles was in his letter to you.
Then I didn’t want to accept it. His life was so short. He had so much to offer. This couldn’t be it. It can’t be real. How was all of it going to … Read more...