Category: Serving Him

My Prince Has Come

She laughs with him, they dance. They twirl and her gown flows wide. The glass slippers are elegant and perfect. The ballroom is crowded, but they are alone. He sees her deeply.  She longs to see him that way too.…

Who Am I?

As far back as my memories can take me, I can remember not knowing who I was, what I was doing, or where I belonged.  In those days, my little girl heart longed for an identity, but there was emptiness…