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In July I made a decision.....

Sort of gave myself an ultimatum.

No longer was I going to hole-up....
Not because of my health, not because of my body,
 not because of any other insecurities that 
rob me of moments 
truly worth living.

And I haven't.

And August was one of the best months in 
my 49 years of life.  

And though sunflowers have always been for me been one of God's greatest 
creations, seeing a field of miles and miles of them in northern Michigan 
this summer brought me back to the symbol they have always stood for to me 
and this simple phrase of words "face the Son".... my new mantra.








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