These are words I typed out in the dark of the night this day last year.  A heart longing for direction in the midst of grief.  A heart that still longs to hear the voice of God.  A heart still longing for the pieces to be placed back in the fragile shattered heart.  September 10, 2013 What You Are Unprepared For What do you do with the book you find; given to Elijah from Nana on the event of Clarissa's birth? For a moment your heart skips. . .and you are brought back to that day. You can hear the sounds. You can hear your moms voice. You can see your sons excitement ... View Post