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Who trusts the Bridge Builder when you wake to snow on your blankets and winter blasting through cracked walls and dinner for four is a fifty cent box of Kraft Dinner rationed in half and your dad tells you every single day that he just doesn’t know how there is ever going to be enough?How do you count on life when the hopes don’t add up?A morning in late November, joy shimmers.The hopes don’t have to add up. The blessings do….count blessings and discover who can be counted on.
