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Breathe a Little Prayer

Yes, we're home...nearly a week now, in fact...but our stuff from our some of our suitcases still lies in stacks around us...the laundry from the trip is still drying on the lines...demands on our time are great...corn just harvested...tomatoes rotting in tubs...many unpredictables...school to be started...a choir to care about...legal matters to pursue...so just breathe a little prayer for us right now...and we're still so tired from jetlag...discouragement threatens...hoping to survive this month...

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jump4joy said…
I am glad you felt free to say it how it is. Will hold you before the Father who knows all things and has promised to never leave us or forsake us. It was so nice to see your family again but I can believe the challenge of getting back. God walk with you
6:37 PM
Anonymous said…
God bless you all. Donna and I will continue to hold you in prayer. We have been overwhelmed mightily this summer, so can empathize with you. A wise person once told me that the only way to eat an elephant is one bite at a time. Get good rest dear ones.
Iain
7:20 PM
Anonymous said…
Good to see your posts, Laura. I echo your questions about furloughs and missions and home. At this stage, I feel like I have more questions than ever!
2:17 PM
Judy said…
I will.
5:13 PM
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