The miracle of being an armadillo protected by a thick garment of armor, a turtle always safe, not reacting to punches, not getting mowed over or struck down. Keeping peace everywhere with all people, having a moist fog surrounding my body like a cloud from Heaven to confuse my enemies, they cannot see me to strike out against me, disguised, hidden, popping in and out but in safety.
Having an army of friends all around me to hear my grievances, to laugh with me, to cry with me, to give me support and no adversity, when adversity strikes--it is struck down with their help.
Music is always in the air, whether I can hear it or not, I step to the beat of Hebrew chanting and it envelops me in shalom.
Autumn warmth and color surround me, there are no better days ahead, all days are better days, and today is a better day. Everyday can be a good day, and a smile covers my face as I rejoice in today, this moment as being a great moment, all moments being moments of shalom.
Shalom is truly a miracle!
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