I’m sitting in my backyard, it’s nothing pretty to look at, but it’s home. My mom calls it a postage-stamp. I call it a blessing. Because when I look around, I am reminded as the sun reaches through the sky, shines through the leaves of the trees, and reflects off of the white picket fence,...
it’s over. and I wonder, where did you go?! between the long days, the laughter, the friendship, the living, the learning, the loving– all I see is Glory and the blessing of my confidants! It was one like no other, really it was– everyone says that, but I really mean it. As I sit here...
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