Made for Life: Fleeing the Waiting Room of the Soul

I admit that I don’t handle myself nor others well when I’m frustrated, tired, or just haven’t taken some time to feed my soul. I feel guilty, honestly, when I take the time to sit down and write poetry, let alone create these posts, when I have six children, a wife, a job, and manyContinue reading “Made for Life: Fleeing the Waiting Room of the Soul”