What a great read!
The heat and humidity of the Georgia July summer welcomed the fourth daughter into a family of what would eventually consist of eight children. I followed and imitated a God that was preached in my church and home. Life was life and I never questioned it. My little heart dreamed a dream of my own life and my own plans that I longed for day by day.
My fairy godmother waved her wand and I was Cinderella at the ball dancing with my prince. James looked into my eyes and I was loved like I never thought possible for a maid covered in cinders. But then I heard the clock strike midnight and I ran. I ran from a God that gave me cancer. I ran from a God that did not promise health to my miracle baby. I ran from a God that could take everything from me with…
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