“The treasures that only a mother of a wayward son could mine during her own “dark night of the soul” became nuggets of gold in my previously empty hands, as I searched and sifted for glimmers of hope in my own waiting room.”
“The treasures that only a mother of a wayward son could mine during her own “dark night of the soul” became nuggets of gold in my previously empty hands, as I searched and sifted for glimmers of hope in my own waiting room.”