story of a child
Story of a Child of God
When you are a strong reed growing by the river of life, why do you think you are a dandelion puff blown by the wind, blown into little pieces, as if you no longer are whole? Of course, dandelions do as dandelions do, and there is greatness in their being blown about. Dandelions are much more than you think, just as you are much more than you think.
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I am very honoured to have stumbled across the Heavenlettersite. I am a 42 year old man, very happily married to my wife Randi of 11 years. Randi and my son and daughter give me the most beautiful joy I could ever put in an email, and I am always grateful for what I have. Nevertheless, one day last week I was having a tough time seeing the cup "half full" and I was searching for some inspiration to help me get up and above where I was at. I have been touched deeply while reading many of your letters in the past few days and I have even printed them and given them to friends and love ones.