Yesterday while in church before a funeral service began, I removed a Bible and opened it, paging through it as if looking for a particular verse. My husband watched me with a quizzical look on his face. I leaned close to him and whispered, “If it’s going to happen anywhere, it’s going to happen here.”
I debated a disclaimer or warning that this post is irreverent but here’s the thing. I did not regain my sight but the fact that my husband and I can still make light is a miracle in itself.
