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My Journal Is For the Lord

Somehow writing to You, Lord makes it all seem perfect; while I write, You tell me the way You want things to be. Sometimes You can show me how things look to You, just a little bit anyway, I have to stretch to see. I like sharing with You all the things I want to do while You make suggestions I never have thought of. I don't hear Your voice really, though somehow I know what it is You tell me even without seeing it. Only You know how to do that! Sheila Kathryn Barrera http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera

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