Part 2: Surviving a Violent Crime

I’m amazed that an unexpected gift resulted from surviving a violent crime. (Due to an ongoing investigation, I’m not at liberty to describe the situation  at this point.) I don’t want to make this sound like an easy journey, finished and wrapped up in a red satin Christmas bow. That’s as far from the truth…

Date Rape: The Robber of My Soul ~ Heart of Tears

(Note: This is part 1 of a series.) I’d been praying about writing this, but the topic truly doesn’t fit the tone of Rhapsody en Route. The goal of this blog is authenticity. Real and raw. No veneers allowed. But nowadays, “authenticity” seems like a buzz word. Almost too cliché, and clichés are like shoes…