It is an awful reality we could never have imagined. We have a room in our house… the one at the top of the stairs on the left, right next to ours that our son DIED in…. “That” room is now our GUEST room. Some folks coming from out of town for a visit to … Continue reading
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My Broken Cross (by D.A. Cobb)
Some time ago, and as a token of her love and compassion for this sinner, a friend presented me with a few hand-made wooden crosses. For years I carried them with me as a superstition believing they would protect me from harm and from risk. I kept them in my office, on my person, at … Continue reading