My Right Side Up Life

Til my broken soul gets well Angled like a tree branch, both bones in my five year old's arm were grotesquely distorted. An x-ray wasn't necessary to diagnose the fracture and her daddy said, “This ortho stuff; it ain’t hard.” Tears dried on her cheeks and her lip...

Going Back There Today’s guest post is taken from Jill McSheehy’s new Bible Study, Journey through Acts. “They think they got it all,” my dad told me after my mom’s surgery. With a one-month-old baby girl and a four-year-old boy, I felt huge relief that my mom’s...