1 Year; a long one, a hard one, a quick one, and adventurous one.

I had to wait a day to figure out how I wanted to verbalize this.

1 year ago 4 people from my small town were killed in a car accident. One of which was my really close friend Renzo. He would always joke around about us getting married, and things like that. He would live funny notes on my car, always give me a hug when he saw me, and try non stop to make me smile.

It worked.

Even since his death even the memories make me smile.

Here's the thing, the year of firsts is over. Which means the year of new things can happen. Wallowing isn't good. Even though you try to be good and faithful in this life, doesn't mean everything will always be all peachy keen. In fact the more faithful you are the more the adversary tries to cut you down.

Here's the thing though.

He won't have power over me. This last year has been one of the hardest, most heart breaking, painful, horrible years I have ever had (and that's saying worse then the divorce, worse then the bone disease) but I am still smiling. Because no matter what, I have my feet firmly planted in this gospel sod, and because of that I have hope that one day things will be better.

I know that one day I will be embraced by Renzo again, I know a problem only has as much power as I give it.

All those who are reading this, where ever you may be. Know that God knows who YOU are. and He loves YOU so very much. He has a wonderful plan of happiness for YOU if YOU just keep him in your life. He wants us to be happy, He will succour our pains, and heartaches, and forgive our sins. Turn unto Him.

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