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Storm Front My voice is quiet. I have little to say. I am listening instead… I can hear birds. Not a couple, but many. They are all around. They are happy. They are busy. The wind… rustling through, the trees. I can feel, the heartbeat… of my home. Jesus… You are here! Glorious is the day. Like a farmer, I count the eggs; None… broken. In fact there is abundance! No one is sick, no one that I know. My prayers are for the others, The ones that I do not know, that need them desperately. Lord protect us, Holy Spirit, breathe… that we may know; time is only halted, not stopped at all. Yet it is the “pause”, all across the land; to take a moment and choose, as the storm ahead, is still coming, and it is not, just a sickness, It is far more deadly, and eternal.

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Date: 4/2/2020 4:23:00 PM
Love the conclusion. Panagiota xx
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Date: 4/2/2020 8:27:00 AM
How very kind that you offer prayers for those outside your own yes they need them and I pray with you dear Ann, x
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Date: 4/1/2020 8:19:00 PM
This whistled right through me, Ann. ~ Spooked
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Ann Foster
Date: 4/1/2020 10:16:00 PM
Ever you make my day... Ann