Butterflies
Butterflies. I always get them just before I’m going to speak. I’ve been told that’s a good thing, reminding me of the seriousness of what I do every time I grab a microphone and attempt to represent the Living God. That thought should scare me a little. Who am I to speak for Him? But He has tasked me to do so, and I’m up to speak in 15 minutes, so I just have to make the butterflies my friends.
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