Driving down a country road at night, windows down, music up, watching the street lights wink hello. Crying with my mother after months of hiding my tears, and being reminded of all the reasons I love her. Reading a book that yanks relentlessly, frantically, desperately at my attention, that keeps me up late into the night padding through its pages for a way to be okay in this life.
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again
What is lost can always be found, with faith, love, and a great deal of patience.
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