So I actually made it to church this morning. I got home from work, crashed, and made it back up in time.
Sometimes it’s the little things that reinforce my belief in miracles.
I had been asked a few weeks ago to speak at a Sunday service. It was during one of the follow up meetings to the “I of the Storm” class that I had taken last year.
And, well, January was a phenomenal month. And I’ve become an obnoxiously happy, bright and shiny person despite my best efforts.
So they want me to speak.
Me, speaking in front of people? Are they out of their ever-loving mind?
Lyrical Fool 