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How I See It

Some people see the glass half empty…some half full…and some of us have come to realize that it is an absolute miracle there is even a glass to hold water at all.
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We can’t understand nor even fathom from under the tapestry the beauty of the image above. When it seems that life is all a mess and horribly wrong I remember in His hands the chaos underneath is creating the glorious finished product above.
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Real faith isn’t floating clouds and perpetual confidence and joy. Real faith is a dirty, messy, bloody battle.

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Thanks Rita

Rita (5 year old): Mom, one night I had a nightmare.
Me: What was your nightmare?
Rita: There were two of you.

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Posted on February 10, 2015July 1, 2016Author JessicaCategories Children

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