Excerpt from, "Reaching God's Perfection...Stories of Gratefulness"

"...As I drove home from work near seven o’clock this one evening, about a half-mile from my home, I saw cars lined up along the streets. It was late June, graduation day for high schoolers in the town I work in, and in the town I live in. I thought to myself, How sweet. How wonderful. These young adults and their parents have reached a pinnacle they’d all worked for and been awaiting.
I felt a joyful feeling for them as I slowly passed cars parked lining the side streets. And I saw a pretty, dark, long-haired girl with a beautiful red dress on. I could tell she picked it out just for this day. Her mom and dad walked on either side of her. It was so wonderful. I know and understand that feeling of accomplishment as a child. But my children were still too young to be graduating from high school. My thoughts would be, that the parents are feeling such joy as well."

https://www.amazon.com/Reaching-Gods-Perfection-Stories-Gratefulness/dp/1503237516

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