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Mackenzie Seth


Falling Into Place


When life looks like its falling apart, it may just be falling into place. Sometimes things go wrong only to teach us what is right... it is up to us to know the difference and make the right choice after the fact, everything happens for a reason. God is the only one who knows what the reason is, years from now when you look back you might know why it happened this way. Everything works out in the end. If it hasn't worked out, it's not the end. Even on our worst day just keep your head up and think, ' I'm still breathing so i'm still good.' Things will look just a little bit better if you do.

Submitted: Friday, March 29, 2013
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