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Don't cry because it's over, Smile because it happened.

I can say this now because I have almost made it 24 hours without shedding a single tear. I will survive. On Friday my world turned upside down and I found myself at a weak place. I found out that the place I worked at was closing down and that I no longer would have a job. I was upset. I love my job. Lately there had not been much that made me happier than my job. So once I discovered that I was losing the only source of happiness I realized that something was wrong. Then, I decided to break up with my dear sweet Joshua. Oh how I loved him, but sometimes love just isn't enough. I will always have a special place in my heart for him. I know I seem very positive and okay with it now, but less than 48 hours ago I was crying my eyes out every five minutes. Leaving someone you love is NOT easy. I needed to clean my slate, and start completely over. I found myself jobless, single, emotional, and alone. To my surprise I soon found out how not alone I am. Many people posted on my Facebook, called me, texted me, just to make sure I was okay. I have a support system larger than I ever imagined. After having a total breakdown I found myself on my knees pleading with God to make me strong. I prayed the most sincere prayer I have ever prayed. I asked God to help me get through this. I asked him to help me realize that in time I was going to be okay. I plead with God, I talked with God, I heard from God, and I listened to God. For the first time in a long time I felt at peace. I am here today not to write about my sorrows, but to write about the goodness life has to offer. Prayer is real. God is real and he understands. He sent his son to die for me. He died for you, too. He felt pain that we cannot even begin to imagine. I KNOW without any doubt in my heart that Jesus Christ and our Heavenly Father are so real. They are so close. If you start to lose yourself in this world, begin to lose yourself in Christ.

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