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03. January 2014 cancer, faith, heaven 11
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  My nose is clogged. My throat throbs, and tears keep getting in my way. The wind outside beating against my windows and the deep darkness, the darkest moment before the sunrise, is symbolic of my grief this morning as I write. I prayed, “Lord, I can’t write these words today…I’ve got to be upbeat ...

All because of her hair….

02. May 2013 cancer, prayer 16
Her cute blonde hairstyle caught my eye. I’m a sucker for short hair cuts. Hers got my attention along with her sweet smile. Every time her family filed into the front doors of our church, something drew me to her. But time did not afford a conversation. Not yet. Weeks passed. Time and time again ...