Tonight’s guest post comes from Brenda Della Casa.

Here’s what I love about her story – it’s about the little things.  The music on the radio and the flowers on the table.  Sometimes we get confused; we think that miracles have to be BIG.  The little moments are sometimes even more satisfying.

Yesterday, as I was scrubbing the floors of my apartment, listening to the Tango Flamenco station on Pandora, I started to think about what my walls had seen in the year and a half I had lived there. Tears, fears, stagnancy, and finally movement, painting, laughter and invitations for others to join me inside for a glass of wine. I thought about where I began, in a violent, abusive and neglectful home. I thought  about my journey to this peaceful moment and Read the rest here.