Thank you, gentle God, for loving me as I am, through the ones who know me best, my family.
It takes courage to eat tomato soup wearing a white blouse…to travel to a foreign land unaccompanied…and…to claim your own goodness.
There’s a little devil that takes up residence inside me, sometimes, jumps around and pokes me with sharp stick just in the most painful spots…
Got a report card in the mail today from God.
Woke up feeling …“It’s good to be alive.”