by Teri Ong I have been keeping a long vigil by my telephone this afternoon. My stomach grips every time the phone rings– it is a condition the Apostle Paul called “bowels of mercy” (King James translation). Earlier, my husband interrupted a normally routine music lesson to tell me that our daughter’s roommates had just been in a life-threatening car wreck. They had been “t-boned” by a semi. My husband was heading to the hospital. The semi driver had no time to slow down. The two sisters took the full force in a compact car. The extrication took a long […]

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