A Prayer for Your Heart

I reach once again for the letters in the bottom drawers of my nightstand. It’s been three weeks since my husband left for army training, and, with a week left, it hasn’t gotten any easier. He is without any sort of modern communication – phone calls, text messages, e-mails; my only connection to him is the letters we write back and forth. Though merely words on paper, they make me feel close to him, like he is sitting and talking next to me. Continue reading “A Prayer for Your Heart”