Nightmares [An Encouraging Word]

It was 4am when my son’s little hand rapped loudly on our bedroom door. The “shave-and-a-haircut, two bits” pattern I taught him echoed through the caverns of my subconscious mind, dragging me up from a deep, clear sleep into the  groggy fog of a much-too-early morning. “Come in” I moaned, loud enough for him to hear through […]

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