Aisha Long-Bascom
Recognizing Your Boaz: Getting a second chance
When my precocious five-year-old prophesied that she’d one day marry a prince, have a big wedding, and become a nice mommy with lots of children, I smiled. I was moved by the purity of her hope, but then unexpected happened--I began to weep. Every tear unearthed memories of my own age of innocence, when I too believed that my life would unfold...