Today, I woke up with a numb limb. I couldn’t feel a lot of my fingers. And my pinky felt dead.
I sleep on the sofa, because I’m separated from my husband.
It has been hell on my shoulder.
All morning long, I’ve been feeling everything come back alive.
It was scary.
Now, dear readers, I want to tell you something that happened.
While I was massaging my pinky, soemthing (Someone) told me, on the inside, “if you keep massaging it, it will feel life”
I was scared to even look at my pinky. I was sure it must look black.
I even had an inward feeling that I SHOULDN’T look at it, or I would not have the faith to believe in a positive outcome.
In the dark, it looked darker than the rest of my digits.
Okay, I’ll admit it… I was scared.
But as I began massaging…
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