It’s funny:
I always imagined when I was a kid that adults had some kind of inner toolbox, full of shiny tools: the saw of discernment, the hammer of wisdom, the sandpaper of patience.
But then when I grew up I found that life handed you these rusty bent old tools – friendship, prayer, conscience, honesty – and said,
‘Do the best you can with these,
they will have to do.’
And mostly,
against all odds,
they’re enough.’
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