Wilted A rose stands in a vase, its head drooping, the outer petals curling inward like an unraveled mind. It is neglected, forgotten, the water long since dried up. The rose will soon be tossed out. It is wilted. You stand in your room, alone, your head lowered, your shoulders curled inward like a deadened …
If you’ve spent any time in the devotional book aisle for women in your local bookstore or even at the women’s circle at church, you may have noticed that we spend much of our time discussing self-worth and exploring our identity. Retreats, conferences, bible studies, devotional books, self-help books, and the like are all there …
Wilted A rose stands in a vase, its head drooping, the outer petals curling inward like an unraveled mind. It is neglected, forgotten, the water long since dried up. The rose will soon be tossed out. It is wilted. You stand in your room, alone, your head lowered, your shoulders curled inward like a deadened …
