Handling a Person’s Soul like a Piece of Fruit

Sitting at the table, my mom shares of the hurt, brokenness she experienced from the church body we were raised apart of.  My mom is a tough lady, brooding intimidation in her former years causing tears to expel from the younger classmen on the powder puff field.  Yet, with any person, only so much canContinue reading “Handling a Person’s Soul like a Piece of Fruit”