Notes to my Beginning Writer Self: On waiting for miracles

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Dear Me Then,

You used to secretly love Easter Sunday. Although you weren’t wild about jumping out of bed before dawn to get dressed for church, you treasured the story of the women at the tomb. How they went before dawn in heartbreak to anoint Jesus’ body, two days after watching him die. How they found the tomb empty when they arrived. How they wept in anguish…