When I'm done crying, I blink out the tears, wipe my eyes, and move on feeling stronger instead of weaker.
Obsessed with Happy
How often has our obsession with happiness gotten in the way of something better?
Stories and reflections on faith and fear
When I'm done crying, I blink out the tears, wipe my eyes, and move on feeling stronger instead of weaker.
How often has our obsession with happiness gotten in the way of something better?