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Here, have some crack.
There was a rock.
Just a teeny weeny little rock.
The rock had rough and undulating edges. Ugly cracks scarred its body, threatening to tear it apart any moment, reducing the rock to nothing but a pile of dirt.
Like many other things in this world, the rock was flawed.
“Why…” the rock asked, “am I so flawed, so cracked… so broken.”
The trials and tribulations of life continue to torment us day after day, leaving crack after crack on our bodies.
And it hurts, it hurts each time.
But we can do nothing. The cracks are there for a reason, of course……
to let the light of Hope shine through.
We need to find it within ourselves to do so.
Let’s hope it’s soon enough.
Hail Mary.