The fall air was crisp, and the leaves on our majestic maple tree were a vivid hue of orange, almost iridescent, as I walked down the winding driveway of our Michigan home. Gathering up the contents of the mailbox, I noticed a small package addressed to me. I recognized the handwriting of a dear friend. Gifts from this friend were always rich with meaning, and my curiosity was high. Stopping on the front porch, I sat in one of the wicker chairs and tore open the brown paper. Inside was a note, "Just a little something to remind you that your Queen is good and strong. I trust you, and I am with you." Read more of this post

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