Possibilitarian

One Sunday morning, at church, I danced and twirled and worshiped, filled with childlike Jesus-joy. But when the music ended and the speaker began, inwardly, I groaned. I loved the speaker but wanted my own chance to be up there on the platform.  Compared to their enormous following, mine was teensy. I wanted to be HEARD.  […]

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