Could Our Best Plans Not Be the Best? ~ by Lynn Cowell

  My dream left me feelings frighten and shaky. I knew it wasn’t real, yet anxiety filled my heart. My daughter had gotten married and I had played no part it. Not in the proposal, not in the planning. No part whatsoever. In my dream, I was a guest in the back of the church, watching. As her favorite music began to play, my mind began to swirl. “My girl is getting married! Why am I just sitting here?” Rushing to the bride’s room, I found her. Her bridal outfit was a reflection of her unique style; completely different from …

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