A Flicker of Gratitude. Content Warning.
As I listened to the echoing of Christmas prayers, my heart would not embrace the chants of blessings and gratefulness. The heavy, warm, honeyed incense clawed at my lungs like a cheetah attacking its prey. Shifting on the unforgiving pew, my body bumped my husband Peter again. His concerned gaze swept over me, his face a silent question.
