RigobertoRogier

Many years ago the ground beneath me gave way, and I was handed a choice: sit in my shit or keep walking away.

I chose to sit. I still sit in it every day.
I’m grateful.
I don’t know if the choice was even mine.

Grace, maybe. I can’t say.

But I do know this: there are angels who step in when you’re ready to receive what they can give.

The choice is yours.

Your spirit is waiting.