There are times in life when we lose our way. A change, a loss, it's hard to say. Our purpose, our passion, for things that matter, seem to disappear, with all the inner chatter. It's hard to remember, your meaningful life, the one that took vigor, the one that took might. Your gift to inspire, encourage and share, the lives that you've touched, showing you care. So comb through the darkness and feel the dismay, it's part of the journey in finding your way.
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Author:
HLJ (
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A simple message, beautifully written.
Thank you!
We each find our own way to each moment in our lives.
Welcome to MPS.
Thank you!
awesome!
a great read, thank you
Thank you!
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