Their little hands and feet, their smiles, their laughter. I wanted to share it all with her. It felt so wrong.  It wasn’t every day, all day, but some moments brought fresh waves of heartache. The tears would fall hot as I hoped they would keep playing and not notice my sadness. Things just felt…

God met me in my questions and stirred a new curiosity in me to look up stories of others who had also left the Jehovah’s Witness religion.  Online I read numerous eye-opening testimonies before coming across several references to a book, Awakening of a Jehovah’s Witness.  The author, Diane Wilson, describes a very familiar journey…