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Pockets & Friends

Pockets & Friends

Pockets & Friends

Pockets Teaches Behavior To The Kids

Hi, my name is Pockets! My mission is to help and teach kids the good value of life. I have a lot of pockets, even on my hat. Sometimes I forget to do something, and I write them down and put them in one of my pockets. Then I will forget what pocket I put the note in. So, I add another pocket to my clothes, but in a different color so that will help me to remember that I put it in that color pocket.

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Finding Each Other Again

Once upon a time, not in a fairytale world, but in the real world, full of pain, mistakes, and tears, two broken hearts crossed paths. Both had been hurt before. Both had cried in silence. Both had almost given up on love. Yet, somehow, God still had a plan.

When they first met, it wasn’t perfect. There were fears. There were doubts. There were walls built from past pain. But something was different this time. Instead of running away, they stayed. Instead of giving up, they prayed. Instead of walking away, they chose to try again.

Some days were sweet, others were hard. There were moments of laughter, as carefree as children, and moments of tears, raw as babies. But through every season, they chose each other.

They learned that love is not just about the romance. It’s about patience when anger rises. It’s about forgiveness when words wound. It’s about staying when leaving seems easier. It’s about holding hands even when the road is rough.

Distance tested them. Life tried to break them. People tried to confuse them. But no matter the challenge, their hearts always found their way back to each other. Because what God has joined, no storm can tear apart.

The man learned to protect with love.
The woman learned to trust with faith.
Together, they learned how to be strong without fighting each other.

And in the end, their hearts were no longer broken, but whole.

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