I was sitting there carefully reviewing each picture. Each picture that had a face that told a heartbreaking true story. They were stories of hopeless days and sleepless nights.
I am not the same. How can I be? I am not looking back. It's time to stop talking and move. Move my passion into reality. I can't do it without the Lord's help and guidance. It's a big mountain...yes. He will be glorified. And as I sit here with tears rolling down, again I see each face. I'm coming...I'm ready.
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