We have a tendency to fall for broken things thinking we can fix them. What if we just gathered all the pieces into our arms and loved them just as they are?
A woman came from a man’s rib not from his feet to be below him not from his head to be above him, But from his side to be equal to him from his heart to be loved by him.
Miracles don’t exist it’s just the good deeds that pile up, the warm smiles and love. Eventually, all of it overflows and creates what appears to be a miracle.
