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letting the miracle happen

ByKymberlee

A voice keeps whispering, “Let the miracle happen.”
So I am. And it is.

I’m starting to believe in myself again.
And the hurt has transformed into acceptance
and wisdom.

I see the road ahead of me again.
And I see the blank canvas as exciting
instead of overwhelming.

The voices that have told me I can’t or I’m wrong
have been silenced.

And I am being given so much grace it stuns me.

Why? Because I decided.

I decided to just let it all go and start over.

It’s so beautiful here.

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