
In my search for a “real” family, God provided three kinds of healing, while I was growing up and even today. Here are my findings:
In my search for a “real” family, God provided three kinds of healing, while I was growing up and even today. Here are my findings:
What do your memories signify? Are they markers of personal history? Are they ghosts who haunt you? Burdens or joys? My memories are all those things, and something else: My memories are like stones that commemorate meetings with God.
Stones are markers of memory and permanence.