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Wednesday, May 16
11:56 AM



I was on the phone with P tonight and I listened as she rattled on excitedly about her conversation with E the night before. P raved about how E had grown amidst unfriendly circumstances. "E ran to God when she felt down and lonely. I wouldn't have done that! I think I would have run away from God and everyone else!"



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I didn't know it then, but I know it now. The only reason why I managed to press on despite of everything that happened was simply because people were praying for me. So thank you, you, and especially you for your prayers that were the invisible winds on which I rode on. The silent swirls that surrounded and protected, and that which gently encouraged me to take one more step, to live one more day.



There was absolutely no way I could have done it by my own strength. I am really, really thankful for all your prayers, and I'm just as glad I didn't give up.



So,

Thank you.

For praying.

Because I have been tremendously blessed.



:)




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