How to Be Brave from an 8 Year Old

Often times wisdom spills out into our hearts from the mouths of babes. Like when my 10 year old son caught me crying after I gave my hair away to Locks of Love because it was falling out from the "red devil" chemo. My son put his little hands on my head as I was kneeling in tears in my room and said: "Mommy don't cry your soul still has hair." Edge God In more today than yesterday: https://EdgeGodIn.com
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