devotional guilt

It Nags

There it is again. A tug at my heart. My shoulders tense and my head aches. I sigh, but the heaviness remains. I look at the clock, 5:30 AM. Determined I get out of bed, the heaviness accompanies me throughout my day. Dirty dishes, piles of laundry, scattered toys, and longings for more children tell…
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It Nags

There it is again. A tug at my heart. My shoulders tense and my head aches. I sigh, but the heaviness remains. I look at the clock, 5:30 AM. Determined I get out of bed, the heaviness accompanies me throughout my day. Dirty dishes, piles of laundry, scattered toys, and longings for more children tell…
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