That Still Small Voice

That Still Small Voice

You know, when you hear that still small voice inside you say something—interrupting your normal thoughts and seemingly out-of-context—you just have to stop what you’re doing and pay attention. For me, that means I grab my journal and write it down with date and time. I then remain alert going forward . . . sometimes for days, or months, or even years with an awakened awareness of those softly spoken but always profound words.

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Where Does Need Take Us?

Where Does Need Take Us?

I was seventeen years old with one baby in the crib and another one on the way, I suffered from morning sickness throughout the day, and I had a husband who didn’t care about me or the babies he had fathered. In his mind, I was a failure in the kitchen—I didn’t cook like his mother—and I was a failure in the bedroom—I was not the sweet young thing he wanted me to be. I was exhausted, depressed, and uncomfortably big with child. 

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