As I finished last week’s counseling session, the therapist asked me if she could pray for me.

You could have knocked me over with a feather.

I did not seek out a Christian therapist, I just looked for someone who was on my insurance and who I could meet with fairly soon.

But, I guess God had my back. As usual.

Why is it so hard for me to remember that in my day-to-day life?


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