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
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