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every heart is different

some are broken, some are healed. some are pure, some are tarnished. some are big, some are small. Some have holes that will never be filled, but all have the same job, to sustain us.

on one of our stops this summer, i was drawn to the sand. i kept seeing hearts, everywhere. i began to pick them up.

it wasn’t until july 8th that i knew my intent. dad suffered a mild heart attack. yesterday his heart was fixed, and i can say, we all have grateful hearts. grateful for caregivers, grateful for science, grateful for His Grace, and grateful for family.

i know my dad has purpose here that has yet to be completed, and for that, i am FILLED with joy.

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