Twice a year I catch a cold. Twice a year, it kicks up the asthma. Twice a year, it feels like an elephant is squeezing my chest with its trunk. Twice a year, I seek out my inhaler.... I know it is somewhere in the house. Just twice... So really who am I to complain. I am joyous it is just twice a year, and not everyday, all day and all night.No worries, right? Right.
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Patty, in my humble opinion, this is how we should try to view everything thrown at us. Am pretty sure that is how God intends it.
Exactly
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