the edge
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why do you stand there in all of your doubt?
don’t you know that your whole life has led you to this moment . . . preparing you?
your feet have grown rooted and firm . . . the result of all those storms you weathered.
yours are the feet that stand their ground.
your legs are powerful . . . a strength built from trudging through some rough and dangerous terrain.
yours are the legs that move mountains.
your shoulders are broad . . . as they are practiced in carrying not only the load
you have been given, but often bearing the bundle of another.
yours are the shoulders that hold others up.
all the tears you shed have cleared your vision . . . giving you a greater capacity
to see all that is there - and who are there - before you.
yours are the eyes that not only look into the eyes of another – but the heart of another as well.
and your heart, my friend, has only grown bigger . . . each time it was broken and patched back together.
yours is the heart that no longer knows limits in its capacity to love.
even your hands are not the hands you began with . . . for now their grasp is tighter and their grip in stronger.
yours are the hands of understanding.
i know you are shaking.
its true - the challenge that lies before you is like none you’ve faced before.
i know you are tired. and you should be.
you’ve struggled long and hard to get to where you stand now.
but i promise you, all that you’ve ever endured or enjoyed, relished in or suffered with, each time you won –
but even more the times you didn’t . . . have all played their part in escorting you to this place.
your edge.
and it’s not the place you stop.
oh no. it’s the place from which you’ll begin.




Wow, Peg! I believe you!
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