The First Time I Saw His Face Was In A Dream
The first time I saw his face was in a dream. For years I had wrestled with God about my desire for more children. My husband’s battle with cancer had left us with a legacy of infertility treatment, frustration and disappointment. There would be no more children for us. I had many conversations with God about it. Most of the time I complained and whined about the gross injustice of my situation but, very occasionally, …