A miracle, no matter how small, is still a miracle after all.

Well, I have been the recipient of one of those small miracles. This Sunday's adoption day was cancelled. A highly improbable event. So Charlie and I took advantage of going to our church's late service (vs. our usual 8am service) And who was there to greet us? A troupe of actors from our local state hospital. They performed a play about mental illness (most significantly depression). It went through all the symptoms (MY symptoms, the ones I related to all so well that I cried through the entire thing). And went on to explain the process of help and support and the return to normalcy.

Had our adoption day event gone on as planned I would never have seen this production or felt the connection.


SIGH! It is hard to fathom, isn't it?