I hate change. I go to the same restaurant every Saturday night.Β After scouring the menu, I always order the Number Two with a Pepsi. When I go to church, I always sit in the same seat way back in the right corner. The row with only 3 seats is my territory. I worked at…
Photo Credit: FreeImages.com/Bob Smith Β My heart shattered into a million little pieces. Boom.Β Rejection.Β Thump. Misunderstanding.Β Whack.Β Betrayal.Β Zap.Β Abandonment. With every lacerating blow, my outer shell cracked and crumbled until I was fully fractured. Alone and completely incapacitated, I crawled to the altar of surrender and laid my brokenness at His feet. I…