One more and then I’ll really stop journaling and go to bed. My Mother was very devout and she would teach us over and over the verse that we all are “fearfully and wonderfully made”. This from a very young age instilled in me a reverence for life and for our many differences. According to her, each soul on Earth was precious and destined for greatness if they could only be given the room and love to grow into it. At least that’s what I took away. Ok.