It’s been 16 months since he traded his military uniform in for overly recycled, faded brown scrubs. As I prepared it for the cleaners this morning, I was struck with memories and sadness. I spotted the dark sweat stains that had, 16 months prior, blemished the undershirt to his uniform. For three days he satContinue reading “Sustained, Refined and Purified”
Are you a prisoner to guilt? To shame? To addiction? Are you chained to your past? Haunted by your fears? By loneliness? You don’t have to stay there.
I would have never thought my days to follow the trial would be spent miles apart from my husband fighting for his freedom. Yet, here we are. I have never felt as weak as I had in the moments that followed sentencing. My heart ached with a pain like never before and I would haveContinue reading “Asking All of the Wrong Questions”