Love Does Not Divide

It Multiplies

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Slowly and carefully, I lowered my very pregnant self into the kitchen chair nearest the window. Allison, my best friend, set a mug of hot chocolate in front of me, then gently massaged my shoulders.

I had come to enjoy this Saturday morning routine we had fallen into. By ten o’clock we had changed, fed, and dressed our children and sent our husbands into the back yard with the lawn…

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Good work! You’ve found my personal journal. I tell the truth here, and I find the process incredibly healing. You might too. So go ahead. Take a peek.

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Good work! You’ve found my personal journal. I tell the truth here, and I find the process incredibly healing. You might too. So go ahead. Take a peek.

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