Sascha’s Tears

“Sa –scha.”
“But Daddy!”
“No, Sascha.”
“But Daddy, I didn’t get to play very much.” the four year old whined as her older brothers started putting away the Wii.

“No,” Daddy said again, “It’s time to put the game away.”

But Sascha didn’t give up. Determined, she walked over to where her dad was sitting. Placing one hand on each of his knees, she leaned forward, looked straight into his eyes, “P-l-e-a-s-e, Daddy.” she cried. Continue reading “Sascha’s Tears”

Play With Fire: Surrender — FaithGateway

I was at a point of capitulation and desperation. I lay on my bed in the quiet of my room (the room in my parents’ house that was mine in high school, and which I moved back into as an adult) and cried. This was my white flag moment, my moment of surrender. The tears……

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