It was a cool March evening, just days before my second child was going to be born. I rocked my son, Jude, looking down into his flushed, feverish face. He was fighting croup, a sickness all of my siblings and I have been hospitalized for. Worry was threatening to overwhelm my mind and heart — all those familiar feelings of fear and “what ifs” bombarding me.
Oh, taste & see that the Lord is good; blessed is the man who trusts in Him! Psalm 34:8It was a warm spring evening when I saw her standing on the corner of a busy intersection. The corners of her mouth were weighted with weariness and her gaze seemed magnetically pulled towards the ground.
This month, my husband and I had a huge car repair bill and a big renewal fee for my real estate license, both due in the same week, on top of our regular monthly expenses. We are both in commission-based sales jobs, which definitely has its perks.