She knocks on my door. A former colleague and friend.  One I haven't seen in a while.  She stands there at the door.  We hug for a long time.  She who encouraged and loved on me those years of teaching and being with child.  Cards when our dreams and hopes were dashed with a miscarriage.  Rejoicing when we found that grace had visited us and I swelled with new life.  A baby shower for Elijah.  This woman.  Kind, soft and gentle.  Here, at my door.  Bringing comfort on a day that was hard.  She brought a card and a ... View Post