In the middle of living, you must hold onto belief as an anchor for reality and your soul. The breakers will break, the walkers will walk but God will hold you through storm and shade. Silence is not always golden, and the night doesn’t remain dark as light grows near. The moments will happen, don’t let them take you or hammer you down. Hold forth hope like a parachute, like an umbrella on a windy day, like a balloon in the sun.
Sing. Let the music take you and lift you out of the shadows, then paint a neon trail as you leave.
Deborah Deanna Fleet
Beyond Immovable 
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