Winds shook me apart piecemeal, flung a bone here, a bone there. My eyes became snow, my hair turned to ice; I heard it chime against my shoulders like wind-blown glass. If I spoke, words would fall from me like snow, pour out of me like black wind.

I can&#39;t do the same thing every night, the same gestures... it&#39;s like putting on dirty panties every day.

The good things of prosperity are to be wished; but the good things that belong to adversity are to be admired.

If you’re going to grow, you have to be intentional.” —Curt Kampmeier

Written By John C. Maxwell

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