I Make People Cry, Jenny Price
I make people cry. I don’t hit them. Or yell at them. I just love them. I love them enough to ask the questions – that lead them – down their road – to face their broken dreams and lean into … Continue reading
I make people cry. I don’t hit them. Or yell at them. I just love them. I love them enough to ask the questions – that lead them – down their road – to face their broken dreams and lean into … Continue reading
Invisible Illness Unveiled: Supporting Silent Sufferers, guest post, Purpose of Pain, www.thepurposeofpainblogspot.com I am a 30 year old wife and mother of a precious preschooler. I have been told I look the picture of health, but in reality I experience … Continue reading
This is a guest post from an amazing, God-fearing woman, who found herself in a place she never imagined. Thank you for returning to hear the rest of my story. I could fill pages with what’s in my heart, and … Continue reading
Savanna Ray was her baby’s name. She never knew if it was a boy or a girl. She didn’t wait long enough to meet her, or to see the high-tech photos at 20 weeks that predict boy/girl status. She ended the … Continue reading
This photo was a year ago, March 2011, at Tammy’s little guy’s birthday party. Dustin turned 3 that day. “Inseparable” – My ‘No Thanks’ Thanksgiving Day Vivid memories. Thanksgiving 1999. Faces all around the table. Jackie. The British lady. Kevin. … Continue reading
Tammy and Jenny, Identical Twin Sisters, Two Bodies, One Heart, Infinite Grace “I will not go look for her.” “She wants to be lost right now.” “It’s not my responsibility.” “I should be asleep – in my bed, with my … Continue reading
State Champion Cross Country, Sophomores, 1987, Jenny and Tammy Bolt I loved high school and high school even loved me. But I despised my 10 year high school reunion. Most of my time at the “celebration” was spent in tears, hiding … Continue reading
My struggle with depression was fierce. It lasted months before I even got help. It took weeks of hiding in the bathrooms at church, avoiding people, and sleeping whenever I could find the time to escape my three small children. … Continue reading