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by Jennifer Hartmann

And that’s the key—living through it, not in it. You recognize it, you channel it, you don’t try to smother it. There is no weakness in fear. You just can’t let it dictate your next move.”

A stem of blue morning glories.

I would put the final piece into place. Imperfect. Flawed but complete. And then, finally… A new puzzle could begin.

I wanted nothing more than to keep fostering, keep nurturing, keep sharing my home with sweet, lost souls. I’d been lost once. Sometimes all it took was a helping hand to guide us in the right direction. To allow us to find ourselves again.