Divorced
When my marriage of 14 years ended against my wishes, I drove to and from work, often not remembering how I got there. When I arrived home at the end of the day, I found myself staring at the television without registering what was on. I was a zombie. All I could think was, “What now? I’m alone.” That feeling eventually dissipated but not without the comfort of Christ. I grabbed onto the promise of
Gail Morris
May 25, 2019
