Faith, Family, Journal, Marriage
To the Coach’s Wife Wondering if It Will Ever Get Easier
I had parked myself right in front of a broken cistern. I'd fill it up, but all my joy and peace and compassion still seeped through the crevices and cracks, until it was once again empty. I would fill my tank up and only get a mile down the road before I was out of gas again. I wasn't filling ...