You can choose to live your life with the joy of the front row or solemness of the third row. The choice is yours. That's me in the front row with my joy. Those are my coworkers in the third row. Every day is a struggle to keep them from killing my joy.
probably the most difficult 6 months of my life and yet what is there to do but pull up my big girl britches and carry on? Long suffering is a beautiful fruit of the spirit once we learn to appreciate it.