This I know to be true. Actually, I've always tried to see the good, but now I try to live and believe it! Looking back on the past few years change raised it's ugly head, leaving me with two choices--continue to live a life of good or bad. I choose good.
The loss of my husband was tragic, yet I have a heart full of good memories. Life goes on and he would want that for me. Old friends have fallen away, new have arrived. Things, and i do mean things, break; they can be repaired or replaced. Nights are long and lonely at times; read a book, listen to music, dance in the moonlight. One need not look far to see and do good.