There are days where I feel like I’m running a race, but not getting far enough.
Burning consumes my chest as I try to catch my breath.
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There are days where I feel like I’m running a race, but not getting far enough.
Burning consumes my chest as I try to catch my breath.
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A message to my almost 2 month old son…
I sit in this old rocking chair with you, my son, bundled up in a blanket on my lap with my arm wrapped around you.
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“That is why I tell you not to worry about everyday life—whether you have enough food and drink, or enough clothes to wear. Isn’t life more than food, and your body more than clothing?
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