My new life and a better hope

Warning! This is a long post but worth it. Before I begin, let me say a few words. No one knows who wrote this. I will explain what it means to me at the end. 

Judge Gently 

Pray don't find fault with the man who limps or stumbles along the road, unless you have worn the shoes he wears, or struggled beneath his load, there may be tacks in his shoes that hurt, though hidden away from view, or the burden he bears, placed on your back, might cause you to stumble, too. Don't sneer at the man who's down today, unless you have felt the blow that caused his fall or felt the shame that only the fallen know. You may be strong; but still the blows that were his, if dealt to you in the selfsame way, at the selfsame time, might cause you to stagger, too. Don't be too harsh with the man who sins, or pelt him with word or stone, unless you are sure, yea doubly sure, that you have no sins of your own; for you know, perhaps if the tempter's voice should whisper as softly to you as it did to him when he went astray, it might cause you to falter, too. 

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Since it's been close to a year since I moved to my new town (Kearney, Nebraska) and started a new life, I thought it would be nice to revisit this topic and see if any impressions changed over that time. If you're like me, you forgot what was said the first time, so it will be like a new conversation. I have a unique perspective on this town, since I'm from this area but lived elsewhere many years. In a way, I was a visitor looking in on America. This is it. This is America. 

Why did I move here, of all places? It was something I ruminated on for years and when it was time to move, it was the only place I could think of, the only place I'd thought of. The reasons why I wanted to move here those years didn't exist when it was time to move, but it was still the only place to which I'd really contemplated moving. So it was inertia. There was resistance from several sources, but it was clear God was in it. That's all I needed to know. Added to that were the facts that the schools and employment opportunities were better. My current job pays more than my old job, and I get about four weeks of ETO per year, which are both big blessings. (I live a miserly life anyway so I can give my money away.) The quality of life is arguably better here, especially if you want your kid(s) to grow up in relative ease and safety. Heck, I even lost a bit of weight since moving. 

It was in September when my ex bought her house and October when we moved. (I put forward about $10,000 toward the house and fixing it up a bit, even after I moved into my own place. We moved together to make it easier on everyone.) A lot happened since then. It wasn't just a change of scenery. It was a huge leap of faith — a leap which God honored. My plan was to get better internally, continue healing, etc. Looking back where I was a year ago and where I am now, I hardly recognize myself. God did a work. I know, no one cares. But you don't know where I was mentally and spiritually a year, five years, or even a few months ago. God throttled me into a new place with Him. It may have looked ugly for a while, but I'm in a better place now. 

This is probably the most spiritual growth I experienced in a year's time. I recall praying with a man when I was in high school and he mentioned how much I grew (not physically). Sometimes we need someone else to tell us. Sometimes we can see it in ourselves. I can see it. Being separated from certain circumstances, people, and places helped, but God gave me the gift of learning how to forgive last year. When I forgive someone now, I also pray God will bless them with whatever they need. It’s good to keep our blessings in mind when assessing the past. Anyway, my new town.

It's a very livable town. In general, folks are nice. No one has run me off with a shotgun yet. (Perhaps because I don't like spending a whole lot of time in the Walmart parking lot.) I was busy working and kept thinking all day, "Man, God has really protected me in this job because I don't feel like I have a good handle on anything." Then I got the following message from my boss's boss only seconds later.

The funny thing about this is I felt all along God was saying, "You're going to have to trust me on this one." (About everything.) I didn't see it, still don't, but I trust Him. That's the theme of my new life. Going beyond that, over the past few months it's like something broke open in me, something unexpected and beautiful. There is growth, and then there is whatever God is doing. Maybe this is the breakthrough for which I've been praying. Recognizing God is in control of my life and what comes my way — good or bad — is for a purpose is incredibly freeing. 

One of the biggest problems is hanging onto progress. (Part of that is forgetfulness. I have a bad memory, but the devil loves to remind me after the fact.) I had setbacks. Won’t lie. I don't focus on those. God tells me to move on, don't keep track of my failings once they are confessed (as they no longer exist), keep going, and that we have work to do. Recently, God showed me what was preventing me from hanging on to progress. If He has something more down the road for me, I will surely keep the progress gained.

God honored my intentions in coming here. I can't explain all the ways God provided and opened doors and made it clear the direction I was to go. My new life is good. Not perfect, but I can't complain. Haven't experienced a Nebraska spring in a while. Summer was something else. The heat was almost therapeutic. I haven't had a real summer in almost a decade. I like the trees here. It isn't all ponderosa, spruce, aspen, and birch. It's trees like this, which are quite beautiful. The light green contrasts well with other trees. Also, I noticed a lot of marijuana, even in people's backyards. We called it ditch weed back in the day. I guess you can smoke marijuana legally now. I have no idea. Maybe you have to go to Colorado. I walked by a couple of ladies at a little-kid swimming hole recently and smelled skunk, which I realized was them smoking marijuana and not an actual skunk. (I'm a little slow.) Maybe that explains their foul mouths, too. Hey, maybe don't talk to your kids like that. 

The parks are nice. I like to visit them with my son. There is a lot to do outdoors, but it seems most people stay indoors. Are they afraid of the sun? I don't know. I'm exaggerating. People are very active, in general. Lots of type A people doing type A stuff, being all active and energetic and accomplishing stuff. My son was involved in a variety of camps over the summer, including football, soccer, basketball, as well as swimming lessons and a vacation bible school. It was a lot. I think he was worn out. 

The growth process is continuous. It's nice to see growth — in others, too. My son struggled with swimming lessons for years. This year was no different, but I saw so much progress from the beginning to end I told him I was proud. He didn't pass his level (just needed one more checkmark), but the amount of progress was astounding. I told him how much I struggled with swimming as a child, was held back multiple times, had to swim with the little kids, and how it was a lot of the same issues. We moved to Nebraska, and I joined swim team when I was 1o years old. I did that for a few years. In that time, I went from being a terrible swimmer to being a mediocre swimmer, which for me was pretty good. Not everyone is a natural talent. As I told my son, going every week and putting in the work and practicing on your own, like holding your breath in the bathtub, that's called grit. (They used to say intestinal fortitude.) Not giving up when it's difficult. There is a lesson in there somewhere. Sometimes things that seem really daunting turn out to be sources of achievement and blessing. I look back on something that was hard for me as a pleasant memory. I guess my son and I are alike in more ways that I knew. He also seems to have my running form. Sorry, kid. One thing that continues to bother me is my son not being able to have a reliable playmate outside of school. He makes friends easily. Two of his friends he saw on the weekends even moved away. It's something I pray about, as I want him to enjoy life to the fullest. 

Now a brief interlude about Cindy, who is perhaps the only reason people read here. What about that? She is not in my life. Unrelated to that, God said I had to adjust how I appraise her. When you are talking about a woman who is easily the most amazing woman you have ever known, it is easy to get stuck on the superlatives and lose track of her humanity. She wasn’t an idol in my heart, but sometimes I gave her too much credit for what God did. She is a lovely and godly Proverbs 31 woman deserving of much praise (nothing wrong with that). Saying complimentary things about her is okay. I felt God gave me insight into her heart and mind, perhaps to see what He can do with a willing heart. She is a godly woman who is doing what God told her to do. She is beyond reproach in that regard. I apologize if I depicted her in any other light. I admire her greatly, and not only because I have feelings for her. The right thing can be hard, but she does it, regardless. She really is something special. Why didn’t we ever get a chance? Circumstances weren’t right and timing wasn’t right. I can speculate about other reasons, but those I know. Sometimes we don't get to know. My door was always open to her and likely always will be. I hope she at least remembers with fondness the unique soul who loved her. 

God used my feelings for Cindy to deal with my issues and put me on my knees. He did the same in the past with my son and others I care about. How hard do you pray when your child is sick or in the hospital? It was part of the refining process. Why does God use the things we love most to get our attention? Maybe it's your job. A person. Your kids. Why He uses those to get us into a better place with Him only He knows. That's part of the reason there was such a struggle on these pages. In many ways, knowing her made me a better man. God used it for His purposes, regardless of the outcome. If ever given a good chance to be in her life again, I would proceed humbly and prayerfully. Pretty much how I approach everything now. 

A lot of growth was due to simple obedience. God brought things to my attention to deal with, and I did. I stumble and fall. We are talking about things that were in my life a long time. They were security-blanket sins. God said He is my refuge, not these things. He is the one Who should be my security blanket, the one I go to when I'm falling apart. I made a ton of headway and noticed I'm not a bare nerve like I was. I'm more confident and unruffled when things go awry. I have bad days and fail (though they don't seem as bad), but I get up and recommit. Maybe that’s grit. Or desperation. Also noticed less focus on my needs and more on the needs of others, which I owe to my needs actually being filled by God and His Word instead of by things that mask unmet needs. It's up to us how far we go with God. We have to agree to join hands and walk. I'm doing my best to do that. When we walk with Him, everything is changeable and anything is possible. Back to the regularly scheduled broadcast. 

We all have a wound. We are supposed to take it to God. It's possible we could take it to the enemy instead, but that is inadvisable. God can do so much with our frailties, wounds, and failures. I learned it is best to give everything to God. Also, the corn is amazing here. This was the Fourth of July. The old saying goes, "Knee-high by the Fourth of July." Well, this was a bit taller. 

Now, I will talk about my son. He's all I have. He, too, made progress. I don't take photos of much except him. Since I'm on call 24/7, and have been since February, I can't go far away. Maybe half an hour away. So I visited little towns nearby just to get out. Towns like Riverdale. The Fourth of July parade in Gibbon (home of the buffaloes) was the biggest parade I've ever seen. It was more than an hour long and the floats kept coming. Best parade I've seen in years. And very generous with the candy. 

I have a feeling this is a sight I'm going to be seeing the next 11 years. Chasing my son around. Once he gets his own car, I probably won't have to chase him around as much. He'll be involved in things, most likely. His favorite sport is basketball right now, but he doesn't seem to be much for sports. He's super bright, a lot brighter than I was at his age, and he reads voraciously. He read about 200 books over summer break. The way he talks is not the conversational level of your average 2nd grader, either. Who knows what will end up being his passion. 

This post is kind of patched together observations. Not a masterpiece. Anyway, we have wildlife here. Saw one deer in the suburbs (Rolling Hills area). I saw turkeys, and they frequented a spot I used to run because it had mulberries. I like mulberries, too. Seeing turkeys on pavement (never saw that before) and not deer in town is strange. Not being able to hunt said turkeys is even weirder. For some reason I don't feel like hunting. 

We've just been living life. Nothing big and grand. Doing life. That's what people do here. People raise their families and watch their kids grow up. It's a breeding ground for white people. Haha. Okay, some other ethnicities too. Mostly white people, though. Lots of college students. The girls don't seem to wear much. I asked God to change change my heart or how I see women, and I feel that's been an area of improvement. It’s fine to acknowledge someone but not to keep looking for one’s satisfaction. I wasn't being lustful, I don't think, but now I have a fail-safe. A lot changed over the last few months. It's funny how fast things change once we get to a place where we simply obey. I think the security-blanket sins were preventing me from adequately hearing God, and now that I can hear His voice better, progress is faster. 

My son still likes playgrounds. Here we were in Elm Creek (also the home of the buffaloes). He tries to act like an adult but still likes to have fun like a kid. Pretty typical only-child. Sadly, I think his behavioral issues boil down to a hard heart. A hard heart will block progress, spiritual or otherwise. It could be unforgiveness is at the root of a hard heart, but it almost always comes down to a hard heart when there is disobedience. And I can apply that to my life, as well. (More on that in a future post.) God calls out a hard heart. It prevents obedience and, thus, blessings. 

I've seen a few people I haven't seen for many years. (Here I was with one of my best friend's sisters.) Probably most people live close to where they grew up. I lived in a few different states, but I'm no world traveler. It's good to see these people. It's a reminder not everyone was mean to me. 

One of my son's favorite things was to go to his school playground and he would do an "obstacle course," which was always pretty impressive. I don't think I could do those things when I was his age. We also rode our bikes. My ex didn't have a bike until I found one someone threw away at the side of the road. It was a great bike, better than mine. So, she can go on bike rides with him, too. He liked to go down the overpass. One time they even biked to my apartment. And then biked back. That was an epic day. I just sat and watched TV. That's about all I do anymore. Well, and pray and ready my Bible and fast and pray some more and sometimes eat. And do word puzzles. And take surveys on my phone. 

My son reads a lot. It's about the only thing that seems to calm him. He's pretty hyperactive. But, he can sit and read for hours by himself. Otherwise, expect a constant broadcast from his brain. 

He has another hamster that also has many names. I haven't learned them all. Hamlet? Humphrey? Anyway, he looks like a large, white mouse with red eyes. Bernie was gray and white. Bernie is no longer. We don't talk about it. My son also has Inky, my old cat from many moons ago. She's doing great. Very friendly. Some cats hide all day; she does not. She is almost like a dog, but not a lap dog. She doesn't do laps. Update: the white hamster perished also. Apparently, they do this. Maybe they need punch cards at the pet store for repeat hamster buyers. Buy 10 get 1 free. 

People here are different. I'm glad to work with and play with and live near the people I do. I wondered why God put me where I am. Why this apartment? Why this town? Why this job? I ask about it and He says to pray. Pray for those around me. That's the most good we can do. Cindy taught me you can pray when you hear a siren (I did sometimes but now all the time) because you never know whose life you can reach in that moment. Pray for their healing, their salvation, whatever it is they need. Ask God to fill their need and touch the lives of those around them. May God be glorified. The little kids in my apartment complex I added to my prayers. One boy who lives below me has had all kinds of trouble. His grandma fills me in. It's insane what kind of abuse this kid is taking from the enemy. I pray god intercedes in his life. 

There is stuff to do here. I joke about there being nothing to do, but people seem active. It's not the stuff I'm used to. Lots of sports and recreation. Fun stuff for kids. Strange thing I noticed is a lot of people won’t use a sidewalk, even if one is available. They walk in the street and hazard their lives instead of using a perfectly good sidewalk. Also, license-plate-reading cameras are going up around town. They are mounted on black poles and have solar panels. (Flock Safety is the company.) This town is already quite safe, so the cameras seem Orwellian to me. I drive a lot for my job. (Lately, my boredom-breaker radio station is 104.5 FM.) Most drivers seem under control, except for some young males who engage in hoonery. Women, especially not-young women, seem to do the pizza phone a lot (you know what that is). The youngest girls have both hands on the wheel. Maybe they are doing hands-free stuff, but I can't tell. And I can tell when y'all are texting! Stay safe.  

Whatever I envisioned before I came here, I don't remember. It was a lot of effort and was hard. God blessed it because my heart was in the right place and, I think, He even directed it. It was time. God was in it. He went before us, prepared a way, and said, "Go, I'll be with you." That's what I take with me as I embark on the next leg of my journey. Whatever it entails, I know He'll go before me. 

It's nice there is a movie theater here, so instead of having to drive an hour to watch a movie in a theater, I can go a mile. Not that I'm a movie buff. But, some movies are better in a theater. And, you can even recline your seat and take a nap if the movie isn't that great. Don't forget your blanket. Don't want to spend the money on a movie but want a show? You can drive by one of the two water towers in town (a third is under construction) and enjoy a neat light show! Yeah, they light up. Heck yeah, lights. 

I don't know what my kid is going to do when he grows up. I tried to instill obedience to God, parents, and authority figures because I know he'll need that and it's the right thing to do. Obeying parents is a commandment with a promise. Do it and things will go well with you and you'll have a long life. Will my kid play sports? He'll need to learn how to listen and obey and play by the rules. Will he own a business? Same thing. Work for an employer? Yes, it all applies. Right now we are laying the building blocks. I pray diligently he builds his life well. I won't always be here. Sometimes, God uses the most important people in our lives to teach us things about ourselves. It really turns a mirror on yourself when you hear God's words to you coming out of your mouth to someone else. As in, are you listening? 

There are more than two seasons here. And my favorite season is almost here! I love fall! I haven't experienced a fall in Nebraska since 1996. I'm going to love watching all the leaves change and to feel the crispness in the air. And football and all that. Does it get any better? And now the pictures don't match the text. You're on your own. 

Some odd things I noticed. People like their cookie-cutter homes. It took me a while to confidently navigate the streets because all the houses look the same and you have the same addresses but different streets in some parts of town. You can be at 1209 on one street, go another street over and be at 1209. I've been on the corner of W 39th and W 39th streets. That makes no sense. Also, people enjoy getting close to one another’s tailgates. Like, you can literally go around if you feel the need to go faster. I have to drive slow for my job because I’m looking for things and also because my truck is a POS and may fall apart if I go fast. Go ahead and race to that red light. I won't stop you. 

Also, right of way is a strange concept to many. The person who arrives to an intersection first goes ahead first. If two cars arrive at the same time, the car to your right goes ahead first. There, now y’all know. I have to let others go first while in my work truck, at least that’s what they tell me. A lot of people seem to do the same. Not a bad thing. Just weird. 

I’ve seen some cool vehicles in this town. Hot rods, rat rods, restorods, whatever. Some Maseratis. (One pickup even had three exotic birds in the bed. No, they weren't in a cage.) Keeps things interesting. Always wanted a sports car, but now I don’t care. It would be nice to have something larger and more comfortable, but God told me to wait. God knows best. Even if we wonder why, and even if everything in our lives tells us the opposite. God spoke to me about taking refuge in things like this blog. He is my refuge. Also, I shouldn’t give this space too much credit for helping me move forward. It was all Him. This was just a place where I documented that fact. (And kind of flailed about like I was riding the struggle bus for 4.5 years. But that's another thing. I may be dumb, but at least I'm teachable.) 

I'm a baby-stepper. I don't comprehend huge leaps and bounds because they are overwhelming. I have to see small progress is possible, then I gain confidence to move forward. Imagine holding the hand of someone like me. And then imagine that person eventually taking big leaps. That's what happened. How did I get here? Baby steps? Lots of slipping and falling? God? All of the above, but mostly God. He can change anything and anyone, even me. God honored what He told me before I moved here. It ended up being more than expected. I have no reason to believe He won't continue the work He started. What I see in myself is new and exciting. I'm calmer. My outlook is different. God put peace in me. He has everything handled. Look at what He's done! The chiefest of sinners trying with all his might to live for God? Who would have imagined dear, old Joshua is sitting clothed and in his right mind after all the hell he went through? How did God bring me through all that? It was a miracle. I'm here, on the other side, and I'm alive and praising Him. Life is different. God showed me things I am hard-pressed to explain and gave the gift of starting over. No wonder I was fought so hard. Who knows what's coming next? It doesn't matter because God got me through a million storms. I learned so many lessons, but the greatest one is God loves me. Me! He loves me! Are you kidding? How lucky am I? I was the picture of neglected, abused, rejected, and traumatized in the past. God showed me I'm not that person. I'm the object of His affection, accepted in the beloved, wrapped up in unconditional agape love, and destined to spend eternity with the Creator of the universe and Lover of my soul. I'm the luckiest man alive. That just made me cry. Thank you to anyone who followed this blog for any length of time. You probably didn't understand what you were reading, and I certainly didn't understand what I was going through, but now we are at the end, it's a beautiful thing. 

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The end, you say? When it began, I hoped this blog would document my journey from the pain of divorce and the realization of my abusive childhood to a new, better world. While I was writing this post, I realized it achieved that. I am in a new, better world. God got me here. It doesn't look how I imagined, but I can't deny it happened. (Sorry, the insipid posts about Fleetwood Mac (Go Your Own Way) and Justin Timberlake (Can't Stop the Feeling) won't see the light of day.) Maybe just bookmark this page and come back to it in a while. Or don't. The journey continues, of course. Consider this the official end, though I will likely still post about the girl I love. Already thinking about one. I am semi-retired from writing here. (Doubtful I can resist writing about Cindy, but it is increasingly difficult to write about someone who I don't have contact with.) If you stuck in here the last four and a half years or so, pat yourself on the back. (This began Jan. 28, 2018, and this is post number 575, and, by the way, we somehow got nearly 18,000 hits.) It was a wild ride. Unfortunately, God took me to task on the function of this blog. It became a refuge for my soul, which is something God is to be. I am radically changed since beginning this blog, and even from a year ago. All I want is to pray, read my Bible, and pray more. (And occasionally play Solitaire on my phone.) I even go to church now. All that time with God bore fruit. Now, I really just want to please God. My hopes and dreams are in Him. The biggest change was not in my circumstances but in me. This blog details my love of God and second to Him, Cindy. I (to use perhaps my most overused word besides I) clearly love them both. I love God with everything I have. I powerfully loved Cindy from a distance for over 5 years. That love grew, but I loved her ever since I can remember. Probably always will. You may ask what my next step is. What does the future hold for Joshua? Whatever God has planned. Now some final words. 

I started a new blog and leave a link below. Always wanted to end this blog with a photo of me and Cindy. Isn't she pretty? The context isn't what was imagined, but the sentiment remains. I was blessed with a wonderful night with her this year. It was a dream come true. She is beyond a doubt the most quality woman I’ve ever known. Never known anyone like her. She is precious to me. The time spent with her is something I will carry with me the rest of my life. The conversations we had over the years still echo in my soul. The example she lives as a Christian is something I admire. I am deeply grateful she was in my life as long as she was. She is always welcome in my life. I truly enjoyed writing about her. Look back through these pages and you'll see my love for her was consistent. She is the strongest, most beautiful woman I know. I miss her and hope she is well. I hope we are friends again someday. I changed a lot over the last 4.5-plus years. (Wow. Spent a tenth of my life writing this blog.) Who knows how I will change in another 4.5-plus years. Maybe there will be a spark between us if we ever meet again. (Or perhaps she'll wonder what happened to me and read this in a year or 10.) That would be nice. I pray she doesn’t forget about me and she chooses to remember the best things about me. Perhaps, after some time has passed, she will see a fondness grow for me that wasn't there before. My desire is she remembers me with kindness, at least. 

It may seem I was fixated on some themes. A lot was hyperbole and wasn’t meant for a large audience. I’m actually a normal man! The post about the prodigal son is forthcoming, but we'll save it for the new blog, which will expound upon matters of faith. Here is my new blog: a-better-hope.blogspot.com The bulk of my effort will go to the new blog until I figure out what to do with this space. I'm sure inspiration will strike. God did a lot of work on me the last few years and especially the last year. I matured. It wasn't easy. It's unbelievable how far I've come, and the greatest lesson is God did it. Can't wait to see what He does next. This is quite a milestone. I'm on the other side! 

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When I read Judge Gently, it put into perspective what I was doing with this blog. I didn't hide anything. My sin and frailties were out there for everyone to see. Writing this wasn't meant to make me look good. It made me look like a buffoon and an unhinged child at times. This is where my garbage was dumped. (Along with a whole lot of prose about a girl, which really didn't belong with the garbage.) I humbly began writing here in a moment of great hurt and end in a better place. Don't judge a man who is down today because tomorrow God may lift him up. I humbled myself before the Almighty tens of thousands of times over the timespan of writing here. I didn't do that to be holy. I did it because I was in trouble, hurting, lost, and had questions. God is faithful. He was found every time. 

Been sick for about a month now. In that time I was attacked heavily by the enemy. My son, too. He even got nosebleeds, which is often a sign of witchcraft attacks. Never seen him get nosebleeds. Hard to explain those battles. Someone even called the cops on me while I was doing my job (I did nothing wrong), which never happened in my life. Yelled at me, detained me (essentially kidnapped me), threatened me, called me names, and then the cops came and let me go. There is great spiritual pressure on us, and I asked God where it's coming from. I have so many questions, but God says I don't need to know everything. Just accept His peace. I think when you take a stand spiritually, you're going to pay a price. In the past I paid dearly and expect the same for the future. Amazing I'm still standing. God must still have a purpose for me. Last year the enemy tried to kill me at least twice (on my birthday and when I repeatedly blacked out and fell in December, sustaining a mild concussion). As I write this, I was nearly in a car accident today. The attacks will continue. I've never seen such a laid-back person have so much thrown at them from so many angles, and it's never one or two things at once; more like 10. The only thing that can protect me is God, and He allows some of it for His purposes. You may ask why someone would willingly put themselves in harm's way by continuing to attack the enemy. First of all, I love Jesus and want to please Him. (He came to destroy the works of the enemy.) There is no second point. I still try to fast one day a week, which is something I began years ago. More out of desperation than anything else. My child is sick again but in a different way and after he was sick for so long before. It makes me so mad. Stop messing with my kid! 

God's hand is heavy on me. I'm still appalled by how I handled disappointments a while ago, as well as shocked by my own reaction, but I forgive myself. Even from a month ago I've grown. I don't take things anywhere but Jesus. My prayer life blossomed more. I've grown in patience, which God was teaching me for years. I can see the fruit of that now and will continue to grow. Things that would have riled me up weren't even much of a concern. I'm more apt to let things go. I handed so many things to the Lord that I was left with only peace in my own hands. And I think that's a good way to end this. God is faithful. I strive to be. 

If you made it this far, thank you for reading, as always. And God bless.

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