I'm not proud to admit this, but I was feeling very sorry for myself this past weekend. I'm not going into details, but suffice to say I was Pitiful Pearl on Saturday and most of Sunday. The thing that snapped me out of it was a card I received in the mail.
I actually got the card in Friday's mail, but I was working from home and it sat on the kitchen table until Sunday afternoon when I saw it and opened it. It was a "thinking of you" card from a sweet friend at church. In it, she wrote "Happy Birthday A Week Late" and then went on to write a few lines that snapped me out of my pity party. It was perfect timing.
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