Waking up each morning.
Life is a kaleidoscope. Ever changing.
The colors. The shapes.
Making something beautiful.
Sometimes out of pain even.
But changing.
Like the seasons.
And we. Hanging on.
Looking hard for goodness surrounding.
And counting. Thankful.
That God. In control.
When the shapes change.
And the colors morph into something.
New.
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