Hello Dear One!
Every angel remembers their first assignment.
Or perhaps "remembers" is the wrong word.
We continue remembering it.
Certain journeys never stop unfolding.
Mine begins in France.
With a widow.
A bakery.
A disputed piece of land.
And ten café tables that seem far more important than anyone suspects.
I know very little yet.
Only that I have been sent.
That timing matters.
That patience matters.
And that courage often arrives disguised as persistence.
The kettle is packed.
The blessing basket is...
