How can I be courageous?

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It was the strangest thing. My pillow was lumpy. What in the world? I thought as I reached inside the pillowcase and pulled out several of my favorite scarves one right after the other—my red, green, and lavender. “Young lady,” I called out to my six-year-old granddaughter. I lifted one in the air. “Did you do this?” ”Uh, uh…yes.” I frowned. “Haven’t I told you that if you played with them, you must fold them and put them back where they belong?” “Yes.” “And haven’t I told you that we must have a place for everything and…” She completed the…

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