tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934234967454821551.post3002851884697283071..comments2023-08-29T02:42:01.545-07:00Comments on poopsie: Storm of lifeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10084200783232276063noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6934234967454821551.post-54612675545191432022012-10-12T09:19:53.734-07:002012-10-12T09:19:53.734-07:00I know this storm well of which you speak. The st...I know this storm well of which you speak. The storm refines you, polishes you even tho' at times it feels like it will destroy. I just wrote this earlier today. <br /><br />There is a place that is filled to overflowing...a place no one talks about. It is a receptacle of broken dreams. In it are the greatest of life's desires...the faith, the hope, the wide-eyed wonder of success, the yearning for love. This receptacle is filled with heartbreak and failure and brimming over with visionaries heartsongs, lovers quarrels and dreamers big ideas. It is a place of te<br />ars and slumps and sadness and surrender. It is a place where you go alone. Yet, we are all here. Surrender. Pray. Discover you were never really alone. There are soulmates and friendships and new beginnings and bigger dreams. You are not broken. You are simply at a new starting place. Pick up that dream and begin again. Your destiny is calling. <br />-Cheryl Thompson on facebook/encouragementtogoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com