She prays, then sits across from me and cradles my anxious
heart in her hands as words spill out of my mouth. They are the same words I have been saying
for years, the same words I have been saying since she has known me, and I
wonder if she ever tires of my faithless monologue. I don’t
know what He’s doing.
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Day Twelve.
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