Still Standing

"Grant us Peace, thy most precious gift, oh eternal source of peace." ...,

And she did.
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With great trembling, I stepped forward and faced new challenges, ones that took me to my limit and beyond. It has seemed to me that to keep my integrity, I needed to walk alone. In the past year I found myself facing more and more challenges alone. I could and did draw on the support of colleagues, friends and family. Without them, I'd don't know where I'd be.  At the end of the day, however, it's me taking inventory of the day.  Okay add G*d.  Alone and not alone.

Days passed from the conflict. With support and time I noticed that I was still breathing.  I came to acceptance. Today I abide with joy in my heart. Tomorrow or next time I'm daunted, please remind me of what we've come through together. Remind me of a love that is greater than anything we face. Remind me that love is here for us. 

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