Shaken and stirred...

Shaken not stirred. Vodka martini. Bond. James Bond. Cool. Super cool.

I am not James Bond or Jamie Bond or even close to the persona.

I am shaken. I am stirred up. I am worried and nervous. I feel overwhelmed.

Life has been hitting us with the punches. One. Two. One. Two. I am still standing.

My feelings are not my reality. My faith is my reality.

Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.

In my reality, what I feel may want to push me to the edge but my faith grounds me and the roots hold me solid.

I am shaken. I am stirred. And I still keep on going. and going. and going.




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