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Coronacation: My Heart Overflows

I woke up this morning with a heart overflowing. . . .

There are so many things about that statement that amaze me.  First of all, in order for my heart to be overflowing, I realized that it must be healed and I realized this morning that it is healed.  My heart that once was shattered into so many pieces that I honestly believed it would never be whole again is healed.  I'm sure it looks different and I am sure there is some scar tissue, but I am healed and not only am I able to hold love and joy, but I am overflowing with both.  I am whole and complete and full to the point of overflow.

And secondly, this quarantine, our "coronacation" has been a dream come true for me!  Why?  So many reasons!!!!

I have been sheltered in place for nearly a month with my family.  I have all five kids with me and that, in itself, is a dream come true, but it gets better than that!  

Hays has had his girlfriend, Blakely, here and it has been so great getting to know her and for them to be …
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