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Friday, July 3, 2009
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"Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul."And even as that specific season of darkness gave way to light I started to realize that to seek the morning meant more of a journey rather than a singular place to arrive.
Post # 98 You are almost there girl!
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