Don’t remember exactly where or when I read that glaring concept that treats miracles as a commoditys..
BUT; smell of the truth of it.. penetrated my “SPIRIT” like a bolt of lightning..
A sweet lingering after taste with a chocolaty finish if I remember correctly..
MY “FETUS” whom I choose to call my sister is a seven month
“premmie” which is now in her sixties as a fugitive from abortion... is a definite “Miracle”... almost a six month premmie..
AND some wonder if a FETUS is an actual BABY?....
A MIRACLE would be ME NOT calling them MORONS....
LOLOL!