Sometimes having an unread place in the universe is a good thing.
Today is my adopted son’s 19th birthday. I have had a difficult week because of this. Birthdays are good, right?
This one is important because he is, as he says, officially a free man. The problem is what will he do with this freedom?
I stay awake at night praying for him and his older sister. Afraid for them and the damage.
The damage they have already inflicted.
And whatever lies ahead…