| Well its another wounderful day in the U.P. Just getting ready for college and enjoying the weather. Not a storm clound in the sky.
Time for fishing.... |
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| I now understand what it means when they say there is pain in the offering. Abraham gave his son on the alter, but the Lord stoped him. But for Abraham it was the most painfull thing he could ever offer. I can't offer what the God wants can I? Its to hard... but if I don't then only death awaits me. so really there is no choice... I have to build the alter and make the sacrifice. God be with me please! |
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| The war rages! The war rages... Do I have the strength to get up from the mud that I have been trampled in? Can I ever get up again? Is there any point of ever getting up again? I suppose that I must. I suppose that there is some greater purpose at hand. |
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| It is time to stand up and be counted! It it time to pick up the sword and fight for the land that God has given us! |
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| Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
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