I wrote this a couple of weeks ago, before the Corona pandemic hit the USA. I wanted to respectfully talk to my husband before I posted since he is such an intimate part of my story. He has been away for work, so it took a minute to connect about it. The theme of faith and hope remains relevant and always will. So although it is not about flattening the curve, it is still a timely piece. Praying we all stay in a place of peace and hope as we ride out the storm.
“Where’s your bathroom? I’m sick and I shouldn’t even be here.” This was how the man in charge of our moving crew greeted me when I answered the door. This was the person who made sure things were done properly. The boss. I balanced… Continue Reading “Twenty-Seven Boxes”