Yesterday I thought that everything that could go wrong... did.
I was at the end of my rope, ready to put my arms in the air and give up.
Then something magical happened. I was reminded of the joys of true friendship by an old friend who braved the Zeeland countryside to visit with us during my daughter's soccer practice.
I needed a reminder that the world is bigger than MY little world and that there was nothing like a breath of fresh air to help you notice that God always leaves a way out if you only take the time to look up and notice it.
That there is so much to be thankful for.
That love is a gift.
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