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A tale of wonder

Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Ensuring that the moment experienced is real.

The Present.
The Past. 

The beauty of creation is a constant reminder that life is moving forward. 
The present is fleeting and soon to become the past. 
With each season’s arrival and departure, an opportunity to grow, to change, too become... 

Change isn't always evident.
It is not always able to be measured with precise accuracy.
Rather, it often can be revealed when one is placed back into a situation or particular environment.
The response becomes the evidence. 

And you discover, the past is no longer.

Change can be both frightening and liberating.
But rest assured, you are no longer who you were. 
You are the present.

You are the evidence of the grace you have allowed to work in you.
The beautiful exchange of what was, for what could be.

What could be…
...if only you risked, if only you tried, if only you laid aside your fears and insecurities and allowed Him to show you that He is so much more than you understand. 

All the sacrifice, the pain, the uncertainties, loss and challenges endured.
All the joy, laughter, discoveries and moments of wonder, weave together and begin to create a beautiful picture. 


Breathe in, for you are a masterpiece, a tale of wonder.

  


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