Each comment stung a little more than the last.
They weren’t trying to be mean. Their teasing was all in good-natured fun, but the jests struck at the core of who I am: a physical therapist and a writer.
They also threw in a few remarks about my love of taking pictures. I felt small and worthless.
I scolded myself for throwing a pity party, tugged on my bootstraps, and took control of my thoughts. ...
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Janey Goude and her husband of twenty-one years homeschool their four children, ranging from elementary school to high school. She enjoys exploring God’s open doors in writing, editing, and collaboration. Read her blog, Community Advance.