Wild Kindness: Essays on Loving Well Part 2
We imagine angels with wings and golden robes. But most of the angels I’ve met have worn scrubs, worked the night shift, paid for my order in the drive-thru, or smiled knowingly from the next car over at a red light.
They didn’t arrive with fanfare. They didn’t make speeches. They just showed up quietly, simply, and at exactly the moment when my soul nee…
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