Be a good guide, tell me what you see, are sure is that?Please try to describe the picture as much vocabulary as possible!

Struggling alone, like the everyday and ending with the same fate.

Sometimes, I am my own worst enemy.

When we lay the soil of our hard lives opened the rain of grace and let Joy permeate our cracked and dry places, let joy soak into our broken skin and deep crevices, life grows. How can this not be the best thing for the world? for us? The clouds open when we mouth thanks. p. 58

She never says gracias because life is made of survival not grace, she says, and servants are paid to bring what they're asked.

I am thankful to God for the grace of being alive.