Mine is a wonderful and a terrible story.
Some of it, my ex and children, cannot be told, by order of the Courts. Which is horrendous. You probably know someone with a worse story anyway. At least I am still alive.
Most of my story can be told by grace.
The wonder is to live life well, with what is left, how much ever that may be.
I am homeless. Profoundly wondering where the winter will take me.
But I am convinced that seeing beauty and exercising grace is what makes life wonderful.