More desperate than the night-shift
There were quiet nights too, but the nights that stick out in my memory are the crazy ones. The labor and delivery ward overflowed, none of the babies willing…
The kind of God he is
I need to hear it often. I forget so quickly, turn to watch the videos playing themselves out in my mind instead of focusing on the truth. Whether my life…
Why God always has the last word
The evening was special, but not in the way I expected. We dressed up all fancy for the $100/plate banquet to which we had complimentary tickets (I taking a slightly…