TESTIFY

Grief was a series of devastating and agonizing life events that insidiously felt forced upon me. I kept breathing, but part of me had already been buried.

 

By the time I reached America, grief was no longer something that happened to me — it gradually became the lens through which I would eventually see the hand of God carrying me.

 CHAPTER 10, PG 52

CARRIED THROUGH THE FIRE 

By Ruth Omanya