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Bad Days Don't Last

I had lost something of value                                                                                                                                        that did not belong to me                                                                                                                                                             

and was having a bad day and told him so.                                                                                                                                                   He had recovered what I had lost and spoke                                                                                                        

healing into my life when he said to me,                                                                                                                                                  "That day is gone".  My entire being                                                                                                                              

was refreshed, and those four positive words                                                                                                           he spoke about my 'bad day',  'made my day'.                                                                                                                             

03122019PoSoupContest, What I Love, Maureen McGreavy

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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