The Ceramic Floor

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Kneeling on the hard ceramic floor of our rented home in Tennessee, sobs wracked my body. I remember crying out, “No God! No!” Why had he allowed this to happen to my child too, and from someone even closer? It was the deepest betrayal I could imagine and one I’d spent my whole life vowing I’d never allow any of my children to experience. As I look back on that experience, I have enough…

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