A Divorced Mom’s Prayer: May There Be Angels Beneath The Support Beams of My Life
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Chaos. The external components of my life keep shifting…giving way…breaking. In my mind’s eye I see the support beams of a house built over water, cracking…adjusting…dangling. Yet I know, I know that that house is ME: my bones, my soul, my reality. My muscles tense with anger. I’m gripping, hanging on, protesting. I am strong, [...]
