A Father Who Holds Me

The thunder roared outside and frightened my little frame. I looked up to read my dad’s expression. I think he was enjoying the lightning show that God was putting on display. I leaned back into him, comforted by his encompassing and compassionate hold on me,...

“There is no line…”

Disclaimer: I wrote this in 2019 as a way to help me process my own feelings. For whatever it’s worth, I hope it helps someone else ❤️. —————————————————- I...