The summer after Daddy died, I visited my aunt and uncle and their family at a mountain resort in Tennessee. While there, on Sunday morning, during my walk, a peacock kept appearing and walking ahead of me, weaving in and out of the vegetation and the road. It finally sat down and spread its plumage.
I felt God somehow talking to me through that peacock. Now I know what He was saying. It has been a sign of hope to get me through this long test. I am now hopeful that I will pass.
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