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What I’m deciding these days: Blunted blessings are still blessings!
The blessings showered on us are all welcome—even though so many are shadowed by the unpleasant difficulties of this season.
Shared story: Joy from memories of who she was, and who she had become
The mother I had as a child no longer resembled the person she had become. But I loved her all the same, clear through the difficult days till the very end.