Smiling through it all…because they all come to pass and we learn while they pass…and if we lose those we hold so dear while we learn to drop all else and embrace family, embrace only those qualified to be called family, so be it. But we still manage a smile…through it all…and cry in the cover of the darkness because who else understands but the one with the shoe? Who else feels the pinch but the one with the bruised toe?
I will lift up my eyes to the hills from whence cometh my help. My help comes from the Lord who made heaven and earth. He shall not suffer my foot to be moved. He that keeps Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep. My help comes from the Lord
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