An unedited edition
There was a time when almost all of us asked God for the same kind of miracle. Not the big dramatic ones people talk about in movies, but small personal ones that felt huge to us. The kind that kept us awake at night, staring at the ceiling, whispering promises…
I’ve lost count of how many times someone has said they’re proud of me and I smiled, said thank you, and then went home feeling like i did something wrong . It’s not that I don’t appreciate it. It’s that something inside me doesn’t let those words land. I hear…
