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What's meant to be will all work out.

I haven't been living very long, but I have lived long enough to know that everything in the end will be alright. I have a strong enough faith to know this. I feel like sometimes Satan is working his way slowly into my life, and I will NOT stand it. There comes a point in everyones life where they reach a place where they have to decide who and what they are going to be. You have agency, therefore you can choose which road you want to go down. Both of the roads have their ups, and their downs. Both may change you for the better, or worse. You may not know which road is right, but I think deep down, you always know. No one is the same. We each have our own individuality which makes no two peoples roads the same. The road that is best for me, may not be the road that is best for you. If you make a mistake, there are ways to get yourself back on that right path. Everything that is meant to be will all work out. If you open your heart to God and let him have full control, everything will work out. Keeping the faith may not always be easy, and at times it is going to be tough. I know that you can do it because If I can, you can. No one promises you that life is going to be one walk in the park, but I believe, that what is meant to be, will all work out in the end.

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  1. (wiping a few tears away) NEVER forget what you just wrote. NEVER. You are amazing and such an example to me!

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