Ever spoke or behaved in a way that you regretted a short time later?
Ever seen something that you thought was just “too cool” and soon it turned your stomach because you knew you had to speak the truth about it?
Ever thought that you were in the precise place for your advantage and nothing happened?
Ever swore that you knew for sure the truth only to find that you were dead wrong?
Ever wrapped your arms around what you thought was your “pot of gold” only to find it was just another old, black soup pot?
Ever said to yourself “finally, my ship…” and months later it hasn’t moved?
Ever sat down to a feast that turned out to be rancid?
Ever cringed and waited for a horrible impact…
only to be engulfed by a gentle, warm flood of uncontainable blessing?
“Weeping may endure for a night. But, joy comes in the morning.”
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