REMEDY

The thing was, you see,that expectancy of goodhad dulledunder layers of daily dust,the shine tarnishedby need for polishing.The thing wasto dig the cloth of gratitudefrom the drawer labeled "neglect"and get to work:wipe out self-pitysing out God's joythank His allnesspraise His allnesslove His allnessand thenthe thing—gloom's healing—was!

Margaret Singleton Decker

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