#trisha intro

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Wake Up

by Trisha McHugh

The Promised Land was not reached in a day. Or a month. Or even a year.

But the Promise was always there. The Promise never left, never changed.

On this blistering broken road, you may feel like you have reached the end.

Look again. Always look again.

You have not reached the end, until you are face to face with the Promise.