Why We Don’t Lose Hope in the Battle They used to shine–his eyes. Now, red-rimmed and dull, they peer at the world from beneath a furrowed brow. The sparkle is gone and I lie awake pouring out words of supplication for this one that I love. Help him in...
Only God can intervene. He gives me glimpses of hope and occasional moments. Hours. Sometimes a day or two of beautiful, bright light shining from the typically shuttered eyes of the young man I love and adore. Once upon a time, mirth danced in those eyes but the...