“Can you remember another time when your chest felt like this?” My fingers splayed across my aching chest as I carefully pondered her question. Then I nodded vigorously as I remembered. Tears streamed down my cheeks unchecked as I whispered… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Don’t you believe that Jacob can be healed?” some persisted, pressuring Elizabeth to believe—just believe—and Jacob would be healed. The underlying message was that Elizabeth’s faith was not strong enough to save her son. I remembered then the same kind… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“We continued talking as my purchases were rung up—about the first Christmas, the sadness of ending up in a cemetery on a holiday, and… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Compulsive? I lived and breathed refunding, and my children benefited with their wide variety of toys, balls, and T-shirts I obtained through my hobby.… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Can you remember another time when your chest felt like this?” My fingers splayed across my aching chest as I carefully pondered her question.… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“I held back from seeing Jacob much during those weeks. He wanted only his mother, and I wasn’t sure I could handle seeing him… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Later, as I attempted to lean over the high sides of the hospital bed to kiss David, I couldn’t reach either his forehead or… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“What’s wrong?” he asked, and I motioned for him to take a seat. He listened quietly as I explained what had happened. By the… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Don’t you believe that Jacob can be healed?” some persisted, pressuring Elizabeth to believe—just believe—and Jacob would be healed. The underlying message was that… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Despite their inherent messiness, consumers aren’t about to give up on a mode of savings that is so much under their control. Afer all,… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Initially, after David’s diagnosis, I would cringe when I read books or articles by cancer survivors who stated that cancer had been a gift… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Tonight I attend my thirty-fifth high school reunion with some trepidation. I have not seen most of these former classmates for thirty-some years. I… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“I was not above filching empty candy bar wrappers from trash bins at the park or picking up the back cards of batteries from… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“For the majority of our marriage I was so busy mothering babies and nursing on demand that by the end of the day I… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
