My Father kneels at the door, with waiting arms; I’ve come to visit, seeking safety from all alarm. I search His eyes, wondering if He recognizes me; It’s been some time since I’ve sat at His knee. He lifts me up and swings me around; “Daughter,” He asks, “Do you hear my heart’s sound?” “What do you… Continue reading My Father’s Arms
One of the common complaints pregnant mothers have is trying to avoid stretch marks. I remember someone recommending a product you could rub on your stomach everyday to supposedly prevent those ugly lines that appear criss-cross your belly. Some of you may know what I’m talking about. You may have had one child, but… Continue reading Stretch Marks–Oh No!