Learning to Reflect on the Rugged Years of Life

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Learning to think about the rugged years of my life.

The wear and tear that knock holes in the interior walls of who I am.  The blows that threaten to compromise any stability.

There is a beauty that still lies within.

Without the light shining in, it would be impossible to notice.  I am thankful for that light.

Praying for renewed confidence in the person I am created to be.  Praying for the vision to see dreams laid out before me.

May the scars of my past not hide the potential that lives within me. 

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