Quite unexpectedly, I received two large cotton balls from our dear volunteer, and my friend, Ms. Laura. For the laundry? No. Oh, for my hands? No. So, what are they for? Laura knows my history. As a T-shirt my son gave me comically proclaims, as it depicts a figure with his arm in a sling,… Continue reading A Gentle Reminder: Cotton Balls, Healing, and the Hands of God
