The point to all of this is, that every single time I’d been afraid—I was actually positioning myself to move forward. This forward momentum only worked because I had faith that it would work. I believed, every time, that what lay on the other side of fear was freedom. Continue reading The Starting Point of Faith is Fear
I honestly can’t remember what I said to my best friend when my husband died. I assume it was a … Continue reading What Turns a Friend into a ‘Chosen Sister’?