The Choice

As I gazed out on the busy street in Kiev, my tears flowed freely. My journey to adopt a little girl had come to a crushing end leaving me with empty arms and a broken heart. “I’m beginning to learn,” I wrote in my journal that day “not to ask why. I will trust you no...

It’s Time To Finish It

   It’s sat there on a chair for many months. The story that’s yet to be finished. Maybe for you it’s something else. That song that’s never been written; the course that’s never been taken;   the degree that’s never been completed or   the race that’s never been...