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Queen Elizabeth and her father.

I’ve mentioned my friend, Elna, recently, as well as her blog. Several months ago, Elna shared a documentary about Queen Elizabeth that was quite fascinating. My entire family has a great admiration for all things British, and this piece on the Queen at 90 did not disappoint. I wish I could link to it, but unfortunately, it seems to have been removed since I viewed it in April.

The documentary included some never-before-seen footage of the Queen as a baby, a young woman, and then as Queen – both public and private moments. At first glance, being the queen appears wonderful. But, as we are all aware, drama knows no boundary- just look at the Prince of Wales and Princess Diana. I do admire the Queen. She has been strong and stable, and has tried to lead by example.

Two things leaped out at me when I watched this. The first was a comment that Queen Elizabeth’s becoming the longest reigning monarch meant more to the world than it did to her. She became Queen in 1952 at age 21, following her father’s death. Her sudden ascendancy to the throne was because of sudden loss. I believe she would trade her history-making status to have had her father longer.

The second thing that struck me was a statement made at the end of the documentary. At the conclusion, Her Majesty’s loved ones are asked to say happy birthday. Each person says loving things, but my favorite one was made by an elderly cousin of the Queen who had grown up with Her Majesty. She wished her a very happy birthday and wanted her to know that “the king would be proud.” The words got my attention. Of course, this lady was speaking of King George VI. What kind words to give to woman who has been without her father for 64 years! This sentiment made me think of my own father, and then of my King, the King of Kings.

If you want to hurt a person deeply, tell them a deceased, or living, parent would be disappointed in them. If you want to sincerely honor a person’s accomplishments, tell them those parents would be proud. As a rowdy child and somewhat of a trouble-maker, I brought my parents much grief. As a born-again adult, I see the debt that I owe. Nothing would give me greater joy on this Earth than bringing honor to the lovely names of Ron and Carolyn Courtney; nothing means more than making all of their heartache worth something.

Likewise, I have a tender and loving Savior, a Good Shepherd who searched for me in the rain and fog, Who found me sunk in the miry clay of sin, and Who lifted me out of it. (Psalm 40:2) He called me to Himself, He washed me of my sin, and He gently guides me today.

I know that in my own merit I could never make my father or my King proud. But through Christ, I can do both.

 I will praise thee, O Lord my God, with all my heart: and I will glorify thy name for evermore. ~ Psalm 86:12

With love,

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The auditorium of First Baptist Church in Hammond, Indiana, was filled with over 5,000 cheering teenagers as the annual Youth Conference began. I was thrilled to among them! I had gotten the opportunity to go by winning the first prize in a Sunday school campaign. At age 17, I had hopes of attending Hyles-Anderson College, based out of this famous Independent Fundamental Baptist Church (IFB). After all, being a student there was the epitome of spiritual-life achievement. To be accepted, to win “Miss Hylander” my senior year, to marry a preacher-in-training (handsome of course, with a perfect part in his hair, looking sharp in his suit and tie), these were my ambitions.

On this night in the summer of 1995, the preacher on the platform was the famous Dr. Jack Hyles, founder of the “World’s Largest Sunday School” and Hyles-Anderson College. He preached from Judges 11, the story of Jephthah, who promised God that he would sacrifice the first thing that came through his gate upon his return home from battle, if God would give him the victory. The first thing to come out upon his arrival home was his only child, a daughter. Jephthah said in verse 35, “For I have opened my mouth unto the LORD, and I cannot go back”.  He then solemnly sacrificed his daughter to Jehovah. Dr. Hyles had us chant Jephthah’s words over and over, to promise God that we would be faithful to Him for the rest of our lives. And, like Jephthah’s, our vows were to be taken seriously, we could not go back. There I sat, wide-eyed and trusting, chanting with thousands of others, “I have opened my mouth unto the Lord and I cannot go back…”

A few weeks later, I felt burdened for a former “boyfriend” (pen pal) from whom I had parted ways. I had heard he was going away from the Lord. In a moment of emotional zeal for God in the privacy of my own room, I told God that if taking my life would lead this young man back to Himself, then I was making myself available. My pastor had had a brother who had done the same thing and his brother had indeed died. Many souls came to Christ at his funeral. I suppose you think this was quite arrogant of me. And as I type it out now, these 21 years later, I see that it might sound that way. But this was not something I took pride in; it was very serious. After all, I had opened my mouth unto the Lord, and I could not go back. I was as good as dead.

Panic gripped me a few days after my vow. What had I done? Who was I to think my death would bring about anyone’s salvation, especially that of a young man who lived in another state? My panic drove me to confess this most embarrassing pledge to my mother. And through her words, I found the comfort and peace that I had longed for. She said, “Valerie, God is sovereign.” She went on to explain what this meant. God is in control. We don’t just pray for something and it happens, unless it is God’s will that it should happen. Her theological guidance in those few private moments in my bedroom offered more direction, hope, and peace than all the sermons I’d heard at the youth conference in Hammond, Indiana.

It would be years before I realized how necessary a strong foundation of theology is to a Christian. As a faithful church member and pastor’s wife, I’ve had scores of conversations with other faithful Christians who have problems that can easily be solved by a few lessons in theology. So much peace of mind comes from knowing about God’s sovereignty, about prayer, about sanctification, grace, election, sin, legalism, and the list goes on. This can only come by careful study of God’s Word.

I had never understood the sovereignty of God until my mother explained it to me. Since then, I have studied more about it, and have been able to comfort others with that blessed truth. I’ve heard more than one person bewail that fact that they are out of God’s will. But, as a believer, if you are doing all you know to do for God, you cannot be out of His will. Why? He is sovereign! If you are acting sinfully, then you should repent and get up and go forward. Because God is sovereign, He even uses our mistakes as part of His plan. Isn’t that a blessing?

As I look back on the other false teaching I heard that week, like the sermon Bro. Hyles preached about the Prodigal son, saying that all of us should be like the older brother in that parable, the one who never left, I marvel at the grace of God in leading me. It would be many years before I understood that parable correctly: the older brother was the Pharisee, the un-regenerate one, while the prodigal was the repentant true-believer. Bro. Hyles was telling all of us to be Pharisees! But when you have an auditorium full of novice (or un-regenerate) teenagers and leaders who are merely “yes” men, this is the kind of teaching you get.

I suppose you could accuse me of trying to smear the leaders of First Baptist Church. That is not my intention. However, I am also not afraid to proclaim the truth, even if it does offend someone out there. I do not harbor any ill feelings about this experience. Why, had it not been for this time in my life, I would never have understood that God is in control. He was in control long before I ever heard about His Sovereignty. But knowing about it makes it that much sweeter. This was all part of His plan for my life, and I am grateful for the opportunity to share it with you.

I am thankful that the Lord does not operate based upon our whims and wishes. If I had died when I was 17, I would be with the Lord, which would be wonderful. But His plan for me was to live, to learn, and to try to help others along the way.

With love,

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Happy Independence Day! I often wish that I could be more cosmopolitan. I’d love to travel to Europe, maybe parts of Asia, or Africa. I even sometimes wonder what it’s like to live in another country, and speak more than one language! But, as I think about being from somewhere else, I can’t help but be grateful to be an American. We have so many freedoms in the U.S.A.! I am thankful for my brave European ancestors who risked everything to come to America for a better life. I have enjoyed many blessed years in my homeland, and by God’s grace, I hope to enjoy many more.

Last week, Laci found a picture online of a fruit pizza made to look like Old Glory. It looked so cute and sounded tasty, so we decided to make one ourselves. I’d never made a fruit pizza, but it wasn’t difficult at all. I found a recipe for Union Jack (the British flag), and made it look like our flag instead. When Terry saw the recipe with a photo lying on the counter, he asked, “Why are we making the British flag on Independence Day?” Ha! That would be funny, wouldn’t it? I quickly told him that I was making the right flag for the day.

Here’s the recipe:

First, line a 9 x 13 inch cake pan with foil, then spray with baking spray. Next, make one sugar cookie package mix according to the directions on the package. Spread the dough in the bottom of the lined cake pan. Bake at 350 degrees for 15-20 minutes. I used the Krusteaz brand because the other brands were sold out. The crust was a little thicker than I expected, but wow! It tasted great! Let this cool completely (about 30 minutes) before adding the frosting.

For the frosting:

Mix using an electric mixer the following:

8 oz. cream cheese
1/3 cup sugar
1/2 tsp. vanilla

Remove cookie from the foil and put on a cookie sheet or another plate. Spread frosting across the cooled cookie crust.

Use blueberries and strawberries to make the cookie look like Old Glory, and vanilla or white chocolate chips to make some “stars” among the blueberries. Refrigerate until ready to serve. After snapping some photos, we cut the slices and added more fruit, especially blueberries, to the individual servings. Click HERE for the original recipe I used.

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It is a blessing to live in the “Land of the free, and the home of the brave”, but through Christ we can have the greatest freedom of all, freedom from sin.

And God’s grace knows no boundaries.

With love,

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This week’s term: Monergism – From Greek Mono (one or alone). Theologically, it is the philosophy or faith that God saves alone and completely apart from any cooperative human effort, not denying human submission or obedience, but asserting that those functions are effects of grace, not its causes.

Last week’s term: Synergism – From Greek synergos (working together). It is the doctrine held chiefly by Arminianism, which believes and propagates the philosophy of a cooperative effort between God and man in man’s salvation.

Thanks for reading!

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I am privileged to have friends all over the world. I am blessed in particular by the friendship of Jared and Elna Smith in the United Kingdom. I’ve never met them, but because of the world wide web, we have listened to Bro. Smith’s sermons, read their blog posts, and my husband has even chatted with Bro. Smith on the phone. Through that friendship, we made the acquaintance of Bro. Adam Nixon, a British preacher living in Italy. We had the great honor of meeting him in person when he came to America to preach for us in January of 2015. I look forward to one day meeting the Smiths in person as well.

Elna has a very interesting blog where she shares her “views and reviews”. She was able to visit the home of Jane Austen, the famous British author, and wrote about it. In a conversation regarding  that blog post, Elna was a bit surprised to hear I’d never read an Austen novel. I have tried many times to read Pride and Prejudice, but just couldn’t get into it. Love stories are not my favorite type of novel, and like most older literature, Austen’s books seem to be slow starters. Elna suggested that I try reading Emma, the Austen classic that she likes best. It just so happened that I had started reading that very book some months back, but it was a free Kindle version that was not very well done,  so I forgot about it. I did recall finding the main character, Emma Woodhouse, to be quite humorous and relatable. On my birthday, I picked up a real copy of Emma and promised myself I would finally read a Jane Austen novel.

I found this book to be very entertaining. While Ms. Austen does use the old style of saying things in a rather round-about way, I quickly fell in pace with her writing. Emma Woodhouse is a young lady who lives with her widowed father. Her favorite hobby is that of a matchmaker, but, she seems to be slightly askew in her thoughts as to who is interested in whom. She befriends a young woman of lower social status in an effort to help her in life and love. Emma’s attempts at helping her friends find love will ultimately lead her to finding it herself, but not without some bumps along the way.  I would love to share more, but I do not want to spoil it for anyone who has not had the pleasure of reading Emma.

I am very happy with myself for achieving this particular goal this summer. I am glad I have become acquainted the regal Jane Austen and I do believe I will pick up another one of her books in the near future.

Elna said jokingly that I could not visit England until I had read at least one Jane Austen novel. Well, I suppose I should get my passport and pack my bags! Mission accomplished!

And what a delightful mission it was.

With love,

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This week’s term: Synergism – From Greek synergos (working together). It is the doctrine held chiefly by Arminianism, which believes and propagates the philosophy of a cooperative effort between God and man in man’s salvation.

Last week’s term:  Autosoterism – The religious philosophy of self-salvation as promoted by Pelagius and his followers, both declared and undeclared.

Thanks for reading!

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I’m not sure why I didn’t share these photos of the last leg of our 2008 vacation when I shared all the others. I think I just got bored with writing about the trip, or maybe it was taking me too long. Anyway, I recently connected on Twitter with a friend of my brother’s, and someone I knew when I was about nine years old, Pastor Dolton Robertson. He now lives in Alabama and I mentioned on Twitter that I had been to Helen Keller’s home which is located in Tuscumbia, Alabama. We passed through there on our way home from visiting my sister in North Carolina just to see this historic site. It really meant a great deal to me since I had spent many happy summers listening to my mother read The Story of Helen Keller . Mom always got choked up when we got to the part where Helen finally understood that the words being spelled out in her hand represented things. W-A-T-E-R was the cool, wet thing she felt coming out of the pump as her teacher spelled the word into her hand. It was the moment that turned Helen from a wild, animal-like child to a civilized human being. In a way, she received sight that day, because the darkness in her mind was suddenly taken away and she was connected to the world in which she had previously only been existing. She went on to attend college, graduate, and live an active and inspirational life despite her blindness and deafness. If you are ever in the area, and assuming you love history (and why shouldn’t you?), you should stop by this lovely home and learn about Helen Keller. On a side note, Dolton recommended a restaurant called the Woodpecker Cafe in Florence, Alabama, which I’d like to try if I’m ever back in the Heart of Dixie.

So, after eight years, here is the finale to our 2008 vacation, our trip to Ivy Green:

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Mitchell was so little eight years ago…well, all the kids were!

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The dining room where Miss Sullivan wrestled Helen for control of her very strong will.

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I don’t know if this picture adequately expresses what I was feeling! I was so excited to see something in person that I had imagined so many times in my childhood. I only wish my mom could have been with me, since she is the reason I know anything about Helen Keller.

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Lauren, age 8.

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Mitchell, age 5.

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Leslie, age 3.

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Laci, age 1 1/2.

I now own the well-worn and well-loved copy of Lorena A. Hickok’s book that Mother read to me. I have read it to my own children, even before we took this trip, but they were all pretty young.

I think I should pull it out one more time.

With love,

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In December of 2014, the Lord blessed us quite unexpectedly by allowing us to get a new bathroom. When we purchased this home, the master bathroom was handicapped accessible, but not very well done. The shower had to be torn out, a bathtub and tile installed, and then the bi-fold door had to be removed, the wall replaced, a regular door put in its place. This happened in about a five month time frame. Once the door was installed, I thought the tile would be finished along the wall. But months passed and it wasn’t. We had this blank space left.

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Finally, we decided to try to finish the tile ourselves. The remaining part of the floor needs new tile also. It’s the green that you see in the lower left of the photo. Well, by the time we decided to do it, the matching tile was discontinued. Terry tried to find a close match, but when he got it on the wall, it looked terrible.

So…on to plan B.

We looked around hardware stores for options. We decided that if it was going to look different anyway, why not make a statement? We opted for reclaimed cedar wood, tongue-and-groove planks. Terry cut and installed them in a few hours. Here’s the finished product:

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I really like it! It’s the best of the options we had available. He was able to add a light which made this small space much brighter, scrape, texture and paint the ceiling, and paint the walls. After 18 months, this little room, which only has a toilet and tub, is finally finished! Next is to finish the outer bathroom floors. Terry has also decided to take out the single lavatory and put in a double sink lavatory, and we will be adding new lights in that part as well. We hope (crossing fingers) to have that job done in July.

Meanwhile, we went ahead and worked on our bedroom. The outer bathroom joins our bedroom, kinda like a hotel bathroom does. We can’t really see a way around this set up, which it too bad. It would be nice to have a wall or sliding door to separate them.

Here are the before photos of the bedroom:

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After setting up our bed in the living room, and packing up the things on the walls, we scraped the popcorn ceiling (yes, that almost killed my allergies), textured it and the walls with mud, and let that dry overnight.

Here are the work-in-progress pics:

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The mud smell was so strong that every time I entered my room, my eyes burned like crazy. I was so glad we weren’t having to sleep in there!

The next day, we started painting. With both of us working, we painted the ceiling and walls twice in just a few hours. We set everything up and spent last night back in our room. Terry said being a homeowner is a part-time job. I agree. I think that the fact we are still speaking to each other after all this work is a sign of great success!

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It went so well, that I am considering doing the other three bedrooms this summer, too!

Maybe.

I am hoping to find some new wall decor today. It’s so nice having everything neat and clean and dust-free. The process sorta felt like we were either moving in or moving out. I’m thankful that we weren’t doing either one of those things.

We have been enjoying a wonderful summer so far. The two older kids are involved in the library teen volunteer program. Lauren has the most seniority of all the volunteers this year, so the library staff is trusting her with more and more responsibilities. The younger kids are participating in the summer reading program and activities at the library as well, and spending afternoons playing in the sprinkler.

I thank the Lord for the blessings of summer.

With love,

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We just finished our spring soccer season at the end of May. The kids love the fun of getting exercise, practicing a sport, and, of course, seeing their friends. Here are a few photos of our season:

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All ready to play!

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Mitch was goalie for a while.

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Sister (74) against brother. Lauren and Mitch were on different teams this year.

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Matthew was hot and tired during Lauren and Mitchell’s game. I think he created a head-hammock!

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Lauren was also goalie for her team for a while. The teams were tied at the end, so they played till “sudden death”. This meant that each team had three chances to kick it into the goal, and whoever scored a point first instantly won the game. Lauren was goalie for her team on sudden death and successfully stopped all three goals. This was the first time five seasons, her team won! It was a day of mixed emotions because that meant that Mitch’s team lost, but we were all happy for Lauren.

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Leslie’s unit was really exciting to watch. The teams were very evenly matched which was great. I just liked this picture of Leslie (27) and her friend Luke running for the ball. If you look closely, you can see the camera caught bits of grass flying up from their cleats. I just thought that was neat.

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Leslie’s team won a very close game! I was so proud of all the kids and their hard work. This was also the unit that Terry coached, so that added to my joy.

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Laci played well, even on her soggy field. We had a lot of rain, for which we are grateful, but it didn’t make for prime soccer field conditions.

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This was Matt’s first time to play in an organized soccer unit. He really had fun, and I had so much snapping photos of these adorable kids in their cute little uniforms!

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He looks so serious, but he was ready to strike a pose at a moment’s notice, as you’ll see below.

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Last but not least, I can’t forget to show my favorite soccer coach. One week, Matt’s team finished early, and Matt was only too happy to be Terry’s helper on the U-12 soccer field.

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He was an enthusiastic assistant.

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And this photo just about sums up how we feel about soccer.

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It’s been three years since we unloaded our moving truck into a house that I’d only seen in photos on the realtor’s website. Hard to believe that I am beginning my fourth Oklahoma summer. In some ways, it seems like yesterday we began our lives anew here, and in other ways, a lifetime.

It really felt like a dream. We had endured some nasty, hateful people in Arkansas. “Your problem is that you’re a Yankee,” one man said to my husband. “You don’t know how we do things here.” Yes, this had to be a dream! This sort of talk is the kind you’d read in a novel about the Civil Rights movement, not real life in the year 2010! No way. And yet, it was truly happening. Hatred for fellow human beings abounded, but the real problem was hatred for God’s Word.

“Just hang on a little longer.” Terry would say to me, as I wept about the life I saw stretched out in front of me. “You can do this, it’s not the end. God sees us.” These words comforted my anxious heart. I didn’t want to believe that my future would include a lifetime full of snide comments, sneering expressions, and painful words said about us and sometimes to us. One man accused me of cheating at our Master Club program. The sting of those words, and the fact others’ believed them, was more than I could bear.  I recoiled from all fellowship no matter how benign. I feared everyone and trusted no one.  Each step I took from our parsonage down to the church building for services was intentional, determined, and for God alone. I remember thinking, “The Lord is walking with me. He goes with me down this sidewalk, into that building, and to my seat. He is with me, He sees me, He will stay with me no matter what.” The words tumbling around and around in my brain brought peace, and I made it, we all made it. One day at a time, one service at a time, one handshake, one greeting, and one round of small-talk at a time. Before I knew it, it was getting easier. Each step, each service, each moment – it all added up. It brought to mind Romans 5:3-4 And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience; And patience, experience; and experience, hope:  My experience brought hope.

And then one day, it was over. We were packing and moving. The church people were happy, but I was happier. We had survived! It had ended! I felt as if I should get a prize of some sort. But the true victories in life are not like that. It seems that prizes are only awarded for the irrelevant victories in life. The ones that count, well, no human being sees you win those.

On April 25, 2013, we came to Oklahoma, and I must admit, I was prepared to look long and hard to find the best in this new situation. I was convinced that all people are the same, with different names. I assumed we would face the same problems as we had in Arkansas. In our first business meeting at our new church, I held my breath and broke out in a sweat. I expected someone to get up and leave, or get angry, or say insulting things from their pews. It had all happened before. But, this time, it was different. They didn’t do any of those things. Everything went smoothly. People were – I could hardly believe it – smiling!

In that first year, I kept waiting for the other shoe to fall, as my grandmother would say. I kept expecting terrible things to happen, people to get angry at the sermons,  or at the outreach methods, the Sunday school, the missionaries, the funds, or me!  But, by the grace of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, this has not happened. Three years, and no one has threatened us or spoken reproachfully about us. I really do not know what to think. There have been some difficult situations, but, the people here love God’s Word, and because their pastor strives to love it, too, then that is enough. They are content. Even when they disagree, they know that at the heart of it all, God’s Word wins, and that is all that matters.

Things may change someday. Someone might get angry or leave, and I’ll be right back where I started in this journey. I’ll feel the old feelings and I know I’ll cry all over again, I cry easily anyway. But I have realized that each day, and in each episode of life, I have a choice. I can choose to love people, and give them my heart, even if they break it, or I can run away and hide to protect myself. I’ve decided to risk it. If I get hurt, then I’ll have done it by giving my all, not just half. The Lord will be there to help me. I’ll pick myself up, and keep going.

But it might not be that way at all. I might just find that this is where my heart was meant to be all along.

With love,

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