It was an interesting weekend. Needless to say, after some strange events, I'm glad I'm still alive.

Yesterday, I strained a muscle in my arm while putting my bible in the backseat.

Today, I broke a bottle of perfume on my floor.

Are there a hidden messages from God in these occurrences?

On Saturday, I slipped and did a pirouette in my bathtub and landed outside of it on the floor with only a tiny bruise. Maybe God is telling me I need grace.


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