My Sacred Reckoning
life in our small U
and the wife of Matthew Scott, a man
as for a child. After years of empty arms and a heart
eel fear. I felt a profound sense of blessing. This wa
l. My body ached in way
and exhausted. But I held on, my
rganized prayer circles at the church, his voice ringing wit
I was, and called my suffering a bea
him. I love
t a church potluck, six
garden, the evening air a small relief
dge of roses. It was Matthew and two elders from
ly," one of them said, his voice low
isyn is a kindness she' d never find on her own. And your sister Molly finally gets what she wants witho
y heart started pounding, a fran
cold, reptilian. "God works in mysterious ways. And Gabrielle... she' s t
ed. All th
id, the words dripping with sanctimony. "She' s serv
g slipped from my numb fingers
garden. The voices on the othe
e, the lives I thought were mine, were not mine. I wasn't a mothe
h and love, had just be
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