by Danetta Kellar
The words pierced my heart and left it to bleed. The string lights twinkled like stars above us, winking their assent to the truth spoken.
It was just me sitting alone in that immense warehouse-turned-cathedral while God’s spokesman, standing on the platform in shadow, aimed his word-arrows at my mother heart.
At least that is how it felt. Like I was the only one in the room with those sharp, true words.