I am home. The children are nestled all snug in their beds, and I am standing amid the wreckage of my life. But, like the Phoenix or the mighty Sequoia, I’m looking through the ashes for the gems formed from intense heat and pressure. I know, with all my heart, that they are there, and they are waiting for me to find them…

4 thoughts on “Home

  1. Yes indeed. Although you don’t have to find them or figure out what they are right now. You just have to believe that they are there.

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