This quotation is on an inexpensive plaque that my Mother hung in her home and I always recall our visits, her advice, and her love when I see or hear the quote. The photo rather depicts the "feel" of coming to a puddle in life, being fearful of facing and/or making the crossing, and then seeing the beautiful end of the journey or challenge for what the path has taught you.
My mother's passing was such a "puddle." I am so blessed and thankful for the memory.
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