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Religious Reorientation: a Memoir – Precious Grandchildren
My sons gave us five beautiful, and more importantly, healthy grandchildren. To protect their privacy, I do not identify them here. Here are just a few of the numerous pictures of them- Religious Reorientation I didn’t know how my grandchildren would be taught religious beliefs and given spiritual guidance. Since I had raised my children […]
Religious Reorientation: a Memoir – More Than a Synchronicity, Part 3
In the years that followed when my hands held Kaylin’s, when she went through eye surgery, extensive sinus surgery, and urinary tract infections I knew that my love for her was as my Father’s love for me—unconditional in every way.
Religious Reorientation: a Memoir-Religion That Confuses
You have probably noticed by now, if you have been following my “Religion Reorientation” that I am not one to take scripture literally.
Religious Reorientation, a Memoir – Church in Control
Since we were both divorced, they required a document from each of us. It stated that our divorces were scripturally based. Sam refused. I do not sign documents that deal with my personal spiritual life. Something able that seems offensive to my privacy.
Religious Reorientation, a Memoir-Synchronicities or Answered Prayers?
What was I thinking? I couldn’t afford a house. This whole idea was so new to me. That night my curiosity got the best of me and I called anyway.
Religious Reorientation, a Memoir
I could have given up at that point. I could’ve said, “Maybe this isn’t meant to be.” My desire to prove the test wrong was as strong as my desire to achieve something that would change my life. I had a brief meeting with the dean as a formality.
Religious Reorientation, a Memoir
“Joy to the World” was playing on the car radio, but I did not feel any joy in my world. It was five days before Christmas – the first Christmas since my divorce and the first one I would spend without my children.
Religious Reorientation, a Memoir
My knees buckled with fear, as I scooped up his drooping body, and carried him to the car. His thin limbs spread out on the car seat like a worn-out stuffed toy.
Father’s Day Letter to My Sons
I’m sharing my letter that will give insight to all dads with little girls.
Gail Cawley Showalter 