Let the dominoes fall.

I wanted to fix it. Handle it. I desperately wanted to take matters into my own hands. I really didn’t care about the consequences. I cried and screamed and sang at the top of my lungs in my car. I felt helpless, nearly hopeless.

And then.

I visited a store that sells handmade crafts, and I saw these dominoes. They were painted and decorated. Some were magnets and some were necklaces. As I ran my finger over the design, I heard in my spirit, “Do you trust me?”

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