Wow. Somebody prayed. I have never experienced a night at the bookstore that was this...tranquil. Not a single thing happened to push me to the point of tears -- which, believe me, would have been as easy as blowing on a feather. Not a single thing happened to aggravate, frustrate, overwhelm, or irritate. It was...quiet. For no reason I didn't feel tired. I felt palpably wrapped in peace -- guarded. It was really, really, really nice.
Thank you, my prayer warrior(s). From the depths of my tired soul, I am grateful. And I can close my eyes on Wednesday smiling.
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