Again and again I would pack my rag dolls away with disappointment that another avenue had been closed. For over 16 years now, I have been packing them away and drawing them out again. For so long I have wanted to throw in the towel, but something always happened to push me forward...to take another step. When my son died almost four years ago, I thought I would quit. I withdrew from school, although I had enough credits to get my A.A., and I stopped writing the children's storybooks I enjoyed creating. My son, Tracy, had been my mainstay and partner. He encouraged me daily by telling me, "You can do it, Mama." His words still ring in my ear, but I wanted them to be silent. A couple of years later I moved into an apartment complex and met someone who knew someone after we had several conversations and I mentioned the dolls and books. From that introduction, I gained a new partner, new energy, and new focus. I believe there are reasons and seasons for everything. Now I am even more convinced of that possibility. Have you had a similar experience? Why not tell us about it?
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