4/29/2015
It through struggle that progress is made. It is discovery and learning from mistakes that the soul is fortified. On the cold mornings the struggle has been to leave the sanctuary of warm covers. When I woke in a cold parking lot in Mt. Airy, my body was pulled from hibernation by a repetitive stream of coaxing. My gruff voice did its best to communicate with my sluggish body. It wasn’t a convincing argument but it did prevent rebellion.
When I stepped out of the trailer, I inhaled a breath of clean air. The cold burned the hair in my nostrils. It was springtime and life was supposed to be blossoming. The hillsides provided plenty of evidence for springtime. It was only the temperature that wasn’t in sync...
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