I stand on the verge of a new year.
It extends from where I stand in a chaotic array of opportunity and
laughter and tears and pain and confusion and love and
forgiveness.
There are days of great triumph, days where I feel like life is
worth living, and days where hope seems to be playing hide-and-seek
and tears come easier than smiles.
There are mountains to climb, and valleys to walk through.
There is music in the background, the soundtrack of my life flavoring
the great expanse of past, present, and future.
I look to the new year with great expectation, knowing that
everything that happens is a small puzzle piece in the story my Maker
is writing for me.
The Author of adventure waits, to take you by the hand....
(Made For More, Ginny Owens)
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