by Emily Wierenga | May 16, 2012 | blessing, foster children, God, help, hope, marriage, parenting, partnership, the high calling
It’s just nine in the morning, and I’m wishing to hear the garage door sliding shut, meaning Trenton is home, his bike parked.And I’ve never told him, because I’m too embarrassed of needing him this way. This desperate schoolgirl way that jumps when I hear him...