|My Road to Emmaus Ran Through East Los Angeles|
Suffering and ministry turmoil left me devastated. Jesus met me there.
The week I became a mother was the most beautiful and terrifying week of my life. On my son’s second day of life, my husband I were told that he had a rare form of jaundice, possibly caused by a congenital defect of the liver. One early morning as he was getting his blood drawn, I was shaken as I watched his tiny arms flail. Muffled by the clear incubator walls, his screams shattered my heart. All I wanted to do was hold him and take away all of his pain.
Seven years before having a child, ...
Monday, October 21, 2019
My Road to Emmaus Ran Through East Los Angeles