I recall the first time a dear friend stated, “I’m standing in the gap for you.” I had no idea what she meant. To me, The Gap was a store.
After the storm, we packed up our bags…every piece of our belongings…and moved into a teeny, tiny, itsy, bitsy hotel room. Five of us sandwiched in between luggage, laundry baskets, jackets, backpacks, and toys. Ready to hunker down for the next couple of months. At first, it was quite unsettling. We had waited months for… Continue reading