Joyful Ruins

Discovering joy in the hard places


Friendship

The truth is

Most friends and companions

In our life

Will come and go

There is a sadness in that

And also a beauty

To say goodbye is hard

But a new hello is through the next door

The letting go of one hand

Means the holding onto the next

And somehow

By God’s wonderful design

Our paths and seasons

Our parts

Our tapestries

Weave together

In a remarkable way

So that

When we look back

rather than mourn the losses

The ones who walked away

The ones we had to leave

We are grateful for them

And all they brought in that season

How they changed you

And how you changed them



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About Me

An obsessive journaler who loves meeting others along their journey and giving them a hand to hold through pieces of writing. I write about the heartbreaks of life and the joys, the ups and downs, and I often learn my greatest lessons and miracles from nature.

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