My Version of Magic

Wear something you feel magical in. I read the invitation once more before blankly staring at my closet. Weeks away from graduating with my master’s degree, I was feeling physically exhausted and emotionally drained. There was very little I was feeling magical in, aside from, of course, my bed.

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Second Chances at the Celebration Dance

Trails of Tears. Residential Schooling. Ground stolen by trickery. Deceit. Betrayal.

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Always here.

God always comes through for me. Not always when I think I need Him. And certainly not always in the ways I ask or demand.

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Sealed with an Embrace

I was in my wedding gown, veil in place, bouquet in hand, just minutes from my walk down the aisle when Mother entered my dressing room.

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