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Monday, December 23, 2013. The Case of the Untied Shoe. Or should he just keep going. The preacher waiting at the front moved over to greet them at the exact moment the boy made his decision. As the preacher reached out his hand to greet the boy, the boy kneeled down to tie his shoe. His gates with singing and into His courts with praise.
Their have been some happy days, some sad days, but all joyful.
All because two people fell in love. Wednesday, July 29, 2009. Definitely could be the same child! Tuesday, July 14, 2009.
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Somehow my story is a part of His plan. Saturday, August 8, 2009. For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven. - Ecclesiastes 31. I cant believe the time has come. Three months ago I graduated college, Ive endured a summer of 80 screaming American children, and now I. Embark on a journey across the world. When I arrive in Denver, the new chapter in life begins. The pages are blank, waiting to be filled. This moment feels so incredibly surreal. I leav. Ry prestigious priva.CONTENT
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