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When Women Cry

When Women Cry

I grew up with three brothers. No sisters. I was a girl, no doubt, but I was a tough kid. Cowboys and Indians, dirt piles and tree climbing, pigtails and pink ribbons. I cried when I was angry or bleeding. I was thirteen when I found out about women and tears. My first ladies meeting….

The Valley of Achor

The Valley of Achor

edited re-post: from March 2010 The other day I heard some news that left me breathless. After months of working toward someday adopting a child, another couple told us about the upcoming adoption of their fourth son. Jealousy tore at my insides. Real, sinful, hateful jealousy. I could pretend it wasn’t so but it wouldn’t…

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