Prayer
Prayer is where it begins. I look at my past but I don't dwell there then I pray. I look at my mistakes but use them as experiences then I pray. I look at my family and see the hurt and disfunction but I know there is love, knowledge and lessons to be learned then I pray. I look my mother and know that we don't always agree and argue sometimes but I know God gave her wisdom, patience and amazing grace to raise and teach me then we pray. I look within when I am struggling with everyday life and I know that I am not alone and that I am truly blessed because I pray. Prayer is where it ends.
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