Sometimes tragedy brings a certain clarity to one’s life. Suddenly, your priorities are clear and things are so simple. You know what matters, and everything else doesn’t. Why is that the case?
When tragedy passes, why does that clarity so easily slip away?
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Even Moses came down from the mountain.
Carson – And when he came down, what a mess he found…
Grant – hope all is OK, and that this post is more of a thought exercise than anything else.
I couldn’t agree more, Grant. I am experiencing both phases that you talk about currently.