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Bearing Witness to Scars
I was 21, unmarried, and pregnant the day I sat across from my pastor, asking for help. My voice was trembling, my future uncertain. He
I was 21, unmarried, and pregnant the day I sat across from my pastor, asking for help. My voice was trembling, my future uncertain. He
Next Wednesday morning, I’ll be hitting a career milestone: the start of my 35th year of teaching. Perhaps more amazingly (to me anyway) is that it’s