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10 Ways to be Happier


{photo credit Ann Voskamp via Incourage
I'm linking this here for my friends who haven't read it yet. Perfect list as September peeks around the corner. These words jump out and speak to my spirit,  words like:

#1. Life is not an emergency. 
Life’s a gift. 
Just. Slow. Down.
And
#7. A pail with a pinhole loses as much as the pail pushed right over A minute dawdled here, a minute scrolling there — they can add up to your life. 
And
#10. Love is patient. 
Parenting’s this gentle way of bending over in humility to help the scraped child up because we intimately know it takes a lifetime to learn how to walk with Him
Click here to read the whole beautiful list----> 10 Ways To Be A Happier Mom

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