Truth, like gold, is to be obtained not by its growth, but by washing away from it all that is not gold. ~Leo Tolstoy
Any man can tell the story of what he has learned upon his way and those around him will listen, but it is the account shared by the one that has emerged from the grips of the agony of life's hardest obstacles, faced their demons eye to eye and risen from the depths of deep despair that have a voice that reaches more than just ears. They speak through the creaking of steps taken on the hardest of floors. It is that sound that our soul hears, and then hearkening begins. It is the echo of sound that reoccurs from this that proves to me the miracles that are born from adversity. For it seems that it is the evidence of recovery that comes from true redemption that reveals the greatest miracles of all.
Linking with Imaginary Gardens and "The Tuesday Platform".