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My Father’s Hand
Nothing can snatch me from my Father’s hand.
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Ensnared
Hurriedly, I stepped to the side and tripped. It had me. I was ensnared…
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Humbling My Grumbling
With tears welled in my eyes, I paused, humbled by the sound of my own grumbling.
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WHERE Does My Help Come From?
…tears streaming down his face, …afraid that the belief he has will not be enough.
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The Gift of Exhortation
…it was as if we had been talking face-to-face from the beginning.
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He Met Her There
Little did she know, this was the man she had been searching for her entire life.