An excerpt from chapter five of In the Cleft Joy Comes In the Mourning
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A Sample from Chapter five Note: This post article is also posted in the gospel blog by FEBC Tear Soup “Grandy’s arms ached and she felt stone cold and empty. There were no words that could describe the pain she was feeling. What’s more, when she looked out the window it surprised her to see how the rest of the world was going on as usual while her world had stopped.” --Tear Soup by Pat Schwiebert and Chuck Deklyen I watched Zach tinker with his Legos, oblivious, for the mom


Brokenness
Often times my writing has been an outlet for my fears, frustrations and discontent. It has allowed me to sort through the confusion of my life and the many demands/detours that seem to get in the way of dreams. Books, music, poetry, art and movies often express the human condition of brokenness. Our brokenness belongs to us--it is as unique as our fingerprints. Poverty, addictions, homelessness, orphaned children etc. are visual reminders of suffering, but the pain of a b
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