This morning I’m with the words of Carl Perkins.

If it weren’t for the rocks in its bed, the stream would have no song.

Some days it seems there are a great many rocks, huge rocks, and yet, they allow us to better understand flow and patience, as we maneuver around them knowing that fluidity wanders through banks of sand, dirt, and rock and eventually reaches and flows into the sea.


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