Living is a whole new adventure when you suddenly find yourself alone, widowed and the mother of four young boys a lot like their Dad.
Training Up a Child Part III
As I trained the new grapevines, I could almost hear, ‘just remember Janae, remember where you came from. Remember this blood, our family, you, me; who we are, and how I am with you.’
Training Up a Child Part II
As I worked with the grape vines and trained them up to the direction I want to guide them; I love this vine even more. That vision I see for them of a lush porch garden, becomes what I see instead of now.
