Where Art Thou, Boaz???

She said.. In the middle of the airport, my eyes burn, chest tightens. As the first hot tear slides down my face, I whisper to myself, It's ok. You are OK. His Equivalent or better will show. You are enough and your Boaz will find you. But today... Repeating that mantra isn't working. Because it... Continue Reading →

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