I hate change. I go to the same restaurant every Saturday night. After scouring the menu, I always order the Number Two with a Pepsi. When I go to church, I always sit in the same seat way back in the right corner. The row with only 3 seats is my territory. I worked at…
Photo Credit: FreeImages.com/Bob Smith My heart shattered into a million little pieces. Boom. Rejection. Thump. Misunderstanding. Whack. Betrayal. Zap. Abandonment. With every lacerating blow, my outer shell cracked and crumbled until I was fully fractured. Alone and completely incapacitated, I crawled to the altar of surrender and laid my brokenness at His feet. I…