I cried so they could hear me. I shut cabinets and doors with extra force. I could feel the bitterness settling in as I planned all the “I told you so” scripts that would make me feel so very justified when this thing bombed. I sat down in front of my journal and wrote the word confused. And almost immediately a phrase flashed across my mind: This investment is an answered prayer. What?! There was no way that what I was looking at was part of God’s answer to me. I refused to acknowledge the statement. But, I also couldn’t unhear it. Now, every time the investment was mentioned, I heard that
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