At Our Daughter’s Baptism Party, My Husband Pushed…

smile as he chopped firewood.

With every brush stroke, not only did color fill the paper, but the wounds in my heart also began to slowly heal. I realized that losing one terrible husband didn’t mean losing everything.

My life was still vast and colorful, filled with small joys as long as I was open to receiving them. My diligent work ethic paid off.continue reading …