by Mel Miller | Nov 25, 2014 | A Wounded Spirit |
When your dreams die, it can feel just like a time when someone you loved died. Nothing seems right. In fact, this is exactly how we are supposed to feel about death. Death is intended to be offensive to our spirits because deep down, we know we were created to live....
by Mel Miller | Nov 13, 2014 | A Wounded Spirit |
I’ve heard some pretty tragic stories lately. A single mother is watching her two girls suffer under the injustice of their father and his new girlfriend living it up while they don’t have enough. Another single mom just saw her daughter come back from the...
by Mel Miller | Nov 3, 2014 | A Wounded Spirit |
The year I turned forty, Caleb was twelve, Megan was ten, and I became pregnant! That summer, when I was twelve weeks along, we were visiting my family in Vermont and had taken a trip down to New Hampshire to see one of my aunts and cousins. The last full day we were...
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