Return to church

I walked back in and my knees went weak, I was hot and faint and I felt like a foreigner. Would God accept me back, in the very spot we laid baby Theo to rest?

As we took our seats, I noticed a clear view to my favorite piano man, belting out sweet hymns. As his voice rose and fell to the rhythm, my heart slowly opened. His face was all joy, the same joy that was in Theodore’s face.

I sat and I stood, I kneeled and I sang, I listened and then……I prayed.

Lord, help me walk.

The muscles relaxed, my mind eased a bit and I stood to put one foot ahead of the other.

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