My eyes filled up and I wanted to sob, but I realized I was supposed to be the helper, so I swallowed back the feelings and went to work.
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Death and Dry Bones
I loved being a minister. The job fed my soul and drained it at the same time. I don’t think I can go back. I want to try to explain but it’s going to take some time. The following is just one of the reasons I’m done. The minister helps people cope with death. I’ve … Continue reading Death and Dry Bones
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