And courage is not what I imagined. Courage did not feel like being brave or having superhero strength. Instead, it was weakness and being frightened and still doing what I imagined would kill me. It’s thinking, “If I must die, I must die.” Courage is picking up stones in the face of giant-sized fear. Courage is believing, “may it happen to me as you-God–have said.”
What a crazy time. The world seems to be spinning off its axis like a child’s toy top about to…
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Once again, I have to admit something. These last days and now weeks have left me bewildered, afraid, confused, and,…
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Spring is here. Green leaves and yellow daffodils are popping up everywhere. The warmer the weather, the more new blooms…
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