Seeing Christ in the Loneliness of Repatriation
The cuckoo clock on the wall chimed the hour. A quiet house usually brought me comfort, but not today. Alone with my anxious thoughts, I began to despair about the season of life I was in…
The cuckoo clock on the wall chimed the hour. A quiet house usually brought me comfort, but not today. Alone with my anxious thoughts, I began to despair about the season of life I was in…
The hardest thing is missing the places and people you grew up with and knowing that even if you go back, it will never be the same.