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It’s my father’s voice when I answer. His resigned tones that shudder over the phone line. Words that I have never heard before are read from a medical report. Two words that I know well scream from the shuffled pages. Cancer. Invasive. How dare cancer invade my mother’s body? I would do anything- crawl inside her and…
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Songs to Believe In {tales of a hometown missionary}
The longer I lived in the little house with the towering lilac bushes, the harder it became to act like all the “things” in life mattered at all. Lost children, without hope, were my heart’s only vision. After work one day, I walked home and saw Litey sitting on the front porch with a guitar,…
Thank you for the beautiful reminder. ~ Blessings, Amy
🙂 May we all remember whose we are!