While I worship with and write with these incredible women, I miss my family something fierce. I miss my husband and his voice, help, laugh and love. The above is for him. Miss you, love. See you soon.
My heart couldn’t take neither labor. I could have lost them both – seventeen years ago and eight months ago. Darkness looks the same when your heart stops beating and when you lay curled on the floor wishing life to deal you just one day free of a mangled reality. We are not born of flesh and tissue when the evolution of spirit, kingdom, and breath spark a condition perfectly enough to make life inside of the belly of our soul.