I love the word worthy. To me, it epitomizes all that we are as childless not by choice, women. And men. For many years, I felt unworthy. I felt less than. Many times during the years when I still held out hope, I would ask God why I was here if I could not have the children I so wanted.
I’m working on my next book, my 365-day devotional; and every day I remind myself how easy I thought the process would be. I thought it would be different than writing a book, for some strange reason. But it is not. I have decided to stick to my self-imposed schedule, but I have also decided, as is always the case,
Intention. It seems like an innocuous word filled with hope doesn’t it? Honestly, it’s a word that gets on my nerves because it is usually preceded by some task that was supposed to be completed but was not. Usually the task or event was not done because something else got in the way. ‘I intended to wash the dishes, but