He calms his child.
He doesn't take you past the storm,
He carries you through it.
I made this for Taryn last Christmas.
She's a dancer.
I'm pretty good at quoting
be happy, don't worry statements.
We are just at the beginning of this adventure.
I'm going to post this.
If at some point during any of this
I begin to sound like
Poor Pitiful Me,
please feel free to refer me back here.
Oh, and pray some more for me,
I'm pretty sure that's what's
working for me now.