The Miracle Flower Story

I am blessed beyond measure with a large concrete terrace outside my little New York City apartment. It makes life a lot easier given I have five handicapped and senior rescued dogs in my care. The terrace means I can take them on walks sometimes and other times simply let them out back. There’s nothing in the least fancy about the terrace, and the only flower pots out there were left by previous tenants or found somewhere or given to me. Like the one God used to bring this message to mind.

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