I always loved the season of lent. Ash Wednesday. Palm Sunday. I think it was great memories growing up.
Now it has a new meaning for me. 12 years ago I was in a bad car accident and walked away without a scratch on me. Not sure how but that night I went to church and got my ashes and prayed. And a little girl voice said “ Thank you for keeping me alive” There wasn’t a little kid around me. I get chills thinking back to that day.
Grateful for walking away without a scratch. It was an awful experience yet made me look at life differently. It started my journey of believing. In a higher source. In soul connections. In our purpose in life.
So I always make sure to get ashes and I bring my kids and tell them my story.
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