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When I was growing up, my brain worked in perfect harmony with disorder. My room hosted piles and piles of (mostly) clean clothes, some...

When I think back to my first four decades on earth, it’s easy to try to divide my life into heartache and triumph. Heartache looked like losing Liv and Jettson in the second trimester, heartache felt like the worst rejection I’ve ever faced from those I trusted most, heartache sounded like speaking at my mom’s funeral after she passed away in an accident. Triumph felt like giving my life fully to Jesus at the age 19, triumph looked like having Judson as a double rainbow baby

The Miracle of Reconciliation Merriam-Webster defines reconciliation as: “the act of causing two people or groups to become friendly...

When I was growing up, going to a restaurant was considered a major treat. Monday through Friday, we ate dinner as a family, with places...