The woman’s voice whispered in the night as she stood at her grandson’s bedroom door, filling their heads with her words. Much later she stood outside her granddaughter’s door and just shook her head, “Please Jesus, just let them get some sleep,” she whispered. The girls had been up for hours playing and disrupting theContinue reading “Track and Field”
Short stories, poetry, and excerpts of God's healing
Purple Pennies 