Kaylea Hutson-Miller, The Grove Sun
This is a column I never wanted to write.
As I stood at the Zena air strip, looking at the stars, I listened as Pastor Marty Dyer cried out to God. His words, echoed what my mouth could not give voice to at the time.
We both wanted the same thing.
A friend laughing at first responders, as they came to rescue him, possibly hanging from a tree. Read More...