coming to you live from my closet
My thin place. My sacred place. The place that has seen the most tears. Held the most heavy conversations. Heard the deepest cries from a scared, tired, worried, grieving, pain-filled, angry, hopeless, Sara as she petitioned the Gates of Heaven. Listened to the whispers of the words Iām pregnant after years and years. Held space for the wrestling of the should we/shouldnāt we as we navigateā¦
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