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Landmines, quick sand and Hot Air Balloons

Broken and Lamenting

It is well with my soul, just not with my head and my heart

Things that knock me down

That’s why we pray...

I learned how to swim

There are no gold stars in grief

Over Rivers, Over Mountains, Through an Ocean of Your Fears

Let's go back...

Tell my story.

I work out... sometimes...but it doesn't mean I do it alone.