The phone lit up — way too late at night — as a text came through that I never wanted to read. My breath caught in my throat as my fingers quickly moved across the screen, anxious to reply and find out more information.
I remember thinking “This is not what’s supposed to happen. It shouldn’t be this way.”
I remember praying “God, help. Please. Do something. Spirit, breathe. Do what only You can do.”
And then I’d begin the refrain again. “God, help. Please.”
Circumstances beyond my control fel...
Published on March 20, 2018 08:00