I stopped for this The doctor’s office was empty except for the receptionist. Lights were off in the waiting rooms...
Category: Processing pain
I write about times in my life when I process pain. I feel it is part of the process of being restored.
WHERE BEAUTY IS FOUND, THE BROKEN FIND HOPE, AND HEARTS ARE RESTORED
I write about times in my life when I process pain. I feel it is part of the process of being restored.
I stopped for this The doctor’s office was empty except for the receptionist. Lights were off in the waiting rooms...