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I know this is going to sound shallow but sometimes I am amazed at myself for the courage I seem to find to stand in the downpours of my life. but is strength really being able to stand in the rain? or is it being able to walk head first into the storm knowing what you're doing, knowing that you are about to get pounded by heavy rain and shook to the soul by thunder, blinded by lightning, because you know that its coming one way or another... because you know whether you run face first into it, march up to it, or stand in one place, its going to hit. at least if you move forward, you'll get through it twice as fast and then get to that other side of it, hopefully stronger, wiser, and maybe even cleaner. I always pray i'll be granted this gift once again when I take a leap into the unknown, but every time its bestowed, I am grateful and amazed that some where deep inside of me, something is still. Something is strong enough to keep going... its a miracle.
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