Witnessing God in a Bloody Face

When your three-year-old daughter walks into your room at 2:30 in the morning covered in blood, it’s pretty much enough to freak you out. Baby Zoe (I know she hardly qualifies as a baby at three, but that’s what she is, and always will be, to me) is my quiet, serene child. Anyone who has [Read More...]


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