“I’m peculiar.” If she said it once, she said it a million times. That was my mom. For a number of years, my sister and her son lived with our mom. My nephew always lovingly told her she was “weird”. Her response? “I’m not weird; I’m just peculiar!” She was correct. As one of God’s treasured possessions she was peculiar.... >Full Story
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Loneliness. Perhaps we don’t truly appreciate what we have until it’s ... >more
When Pain Persists
As a child, I never imagined that one day, I would suffer... >more
What Do You Fear?
What do you fear, and why? Is it holding you back from realizing your full potential?
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