The sky is painted a dark gray and the clouds won’t stop crying. I stand in field of dreams where you’re my shelter. Though the outside world is damp and muggy inside I’m safe and warm. The wind howls in the distance as tree branches prance around the thunderous atmosphere. Planted firmly in the ground, the foundation is never shaken. Thoughts of uncertainty cross my mind. Is this to good to be true? How can our home stand the test of this storm? Do I deserve this sturdy foundation if I didn’t build it myself?

Dear Reader,

Why do thoughts of concern slither into our mind? Is it easier to rely on doubt to create the perfect illusion?

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