The Storm has subsided…There is a quiet stillness … a peace.
The grass is greener.
The birds scurry around to find their feast.
The Seasons have begun to change.
I take a deep breath and pray.
A Prayer of gratitude.
I have witnessed a miracle.
“Me”
Although I am hopeful for tomorrow, I am content in the day.
All Is Well.
Beautifully Awkward
My story. This is my personal experience. I have been wounded and broken and shattered. I was picked up into the hands of the Father Almighty. I am a Christian…A Mom, a Nurse and a wife. I am also a sister, a daughter and an Aunt… Thus the story told, I have a disease, one I did not choose—Drug Addiction. However, may-it-be—I am His,
living the supernatural,
Connie.
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Her Broken wing