He was standing right in front of them, holes in his hands, his feet, his side. And they doubted?... But aren’t we the same?
Ok, ladies. I’m about to ruffle some feathers. Now don’t be alarmed, I promise to play nice. But something has been nagging at my heart for months now, and it’s high time I stop trying to push it down, and address it for what it is.
Guilt. This is a big one for me, ladies. Especially MOMGUILT. Hashtag ALL.THE.TIME.
I'll admit, I'm a bit of a holiday nut. Christmas is my favorite time of year, but really my holly jolly spirit starts around the beginning of October and runs well into the new year.
I never worry. What I do is think. Analyze. Mull. Play out each possible outcome over and over in my mind...
Truly it has been a breathtaking season so far... How much more beautiful it all seems after coming out of such a terribly toxic time.
When Heather's childhood was shattered by tragedy, her "simple" mission to love others suddenly became much more complicated.
Conner Jack Templeton was born April 9th, 2011 at 12:09AM. He was perfect. Our beautiful baby boy. But the morning after we brought him home..