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breaking ground to bring growth
Staring at my reflection I realize that the person looking back at me is not the little girl from the memory. Yet if I look deep enough, I see hints of her. The tears begin to pour like rain. I remember things I wish to forget. I fade quickly into the remembering, the pain and grief overtaking me. Then I breathe deeply and simply say the name, Jesus. Suddenly the memories fade, the room stops spinning and I am able to catch my breath again. I start to talk with Jesus.