I've owned this ceramic blue book that proudly recites this prayer since I was a child. I know it was a gift. A precious gift I've held onto without remembering who gave it to me. This has helped me through the roughest times in my life because it reminds me that God is in control, not me, as sometimes I stubbornly would like to be. It reminds me that change starts with me...
when her name is Courage (an ode to a friend for mother’s day)
I do know a friend whose name is actually Courage.
I thought she was kidding at first,
anyone would merely dream of displaying such formidable surname.
It was 2013 when I met her and became friends
as we served together in a restaurant at a church.
Ally Velsor 