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