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Cracked Edges | Choosing Joy

Sometimes, I think it has to be big to be hurting.

Sometimes, I think it has to be deep to be aching.

But many times it’s not big or deep.

It just is.

Sometimes, a difficult trial is just an assortment of “small” pangs.

After all, there’s nothing especially tragic or heart-rending about the ordinary. But in the ordinary, I fall into the little potholes and valleys–and though I quickly move through them, they were still traveled. Continue reading “Cracked Edges | Choosing Joy”