I always thought there were certain guidelines or rules that if followed, meant life would pan out. I didn’t grow up going to church or knowing that Jesus was my Savior. But when I did accept Him as Christ and began attending church, there was an underlying expectation that He would hand over the keys and life would be one blessing after another.
“For better or for worse,” I learned, isn’t just for the institution of marriage, for kin become part of your vows on your wedding day. So when tragedy stepped in, I held even tighter to God, because I’ve seen it tear families apart.
There wasn’t a bad vibe leading up to our daughter Hannah’s TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury). It just happened like the flick of a light switch on a regular mid-summer day when my husband was called to pick up our daughter from cheer practice early. He called…
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