tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28591269532295198642024-03-19T11:27:39.147-07:00Covered in His DustA call to follow Jesus so closely that you are covered in His dust.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859126953229519864.post-36527363165678005342013-03-21T11:14:00.000-07:002013-03-21T11:14:10.677-07:00What's My Purpose?
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<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">Being
a teacher, it delights me when a child asks for my permission to do
something that is pleasing to me. For example, "Ms. Taylor, I'm
finished with snack, can I clean the room?" Perhaps even more
delightful is when a child already knows what pleases me, and just
goes for it! Just last week, I sat down in my reading chair for story
time, not realizing that I had forgotten my very important clipboard
that goes with me everywhere. Immediately, a sweet child got up,
walked over to my desk, and brought me the clipboard and a pen
without me having to say a word. Now THAT is delightful! That is the
sign of a child who knows me-- knows me so well, he didn't even have
to ask what I needed. He knew my will, and he went for it! </span></span></div>
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can only imagine that our Father is the same way with his children.
Yes, he loves for us to consult him before making decisions. But I
have to believe that His ultimate desire is for us to grow to know
Him</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>
so well </b></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">that
we are constantly </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><u>walking
in His will</u></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> without
Him having to say a word. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">I
can't say that I'm at that point with Him yet. I long to have that
level of obedience. I yearn to know Him so well, that I can
confidently walk out His calling on my life without needing to spend
countless nights in tears over what His "perfect" will for
me is. But maybe walking out his good and perfect plan for my life
doesn't begin with me. Maybe it begins with a pursuit of Him and an
understanding of His will for all people, not just Hanna. Perhaps it
is through the accomplishment of His will for all people that my life
is aligned with the plan that He has for me. So instead of asking the
question, "What is it that you desire for my life? What
specifically would you have me do? Where would you have me serve? Who
would you have me love?" I need to take a step back and remember
the purpose of life. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">What
is the purpose of life, you ask? I think these verses put it nicely:</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
destined us </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>in
love</b></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><u><b>to
be his sons</b></u></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>through
Jesus Christ</b></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">,
according to the purpose of his will</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>,</b></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><u>to
the praise of his glorious grace</u></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
which he freely bestowed on us in the Beloved. In him we have
redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses,
according to the riches of his grace which he lavished upon us. For
he has made known to us in all wisdom and insight the mystery of his
will, according to his purpose which he set forth in
Christ as a plan for the fulness of time, </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><u>to
unite all things in him</u></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">,
things in heaven and things on earth. In him, according to the
purpose of Him</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">who
accomplishes all things according to the counsel of his will</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>,</b></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><u>we
who first hoped in Christ have been destined and appointed to live
for the praise of his glory.</u></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Did
you get all that? We serve a God Who's desire is to be glorified
because of His </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><u><b>grace</b></u></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">.
He is not interested in our begrudging obedience. He is glorified in
the joyful praises of His people who have </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>willingly</b></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
submitted to Him </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><u>because
of his glorious grace</u></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">.
In order for all of heaven and earth to be united to Him, we as
believers have been appointed to live for the sole purpose of
praising Him and making Him famous. He is involving us in this
action-packed story of redemption, not because He needs us, but
because our gratefulness brings Him glory. </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><u>We
have been chosen to represent Him to those who do not know Him, and
we should be so honored.</u></span></span></span></div>
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take this back to the classroom. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">It's
every teacher's desire to have a room full of willingly obedient
children. I get absolutely no satisfaction from having to dictate
every minute of every school day and in turn cultivate a room full of
begrudgingly obedient children who go CRAZY the moment I leave the
room because they have not developed a true sense of joyful
obedience. Contrarily, when I have cultivated the deep desire in my
children to do the right thing, I can trust them with making their
own decisions. Like the child I mentioned earlier who wanted to clean
the classroom after snack-- Do I care if he cleans the tables or
sweeps the floor? No! He's cleaning, and I'm so proud that he
realizes the importance of cleanliness and desires to please his
teacher! The boy that brought me my clipboard and a pen-- Do I tell
him, "Well, son, I actually preferred to use the blue pen, not
the black pen. Your life will not be as joyful as it would have been
had you chosen the blue pen." No! His heart was in the right
place and my will for a clipboard and pen was accomplished. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I'm
preaching to myself here when I say that it's time to stop dissecting
the calling on our lives. Why waste time trying to figure out
precisely where, when, who, and how, when we have already been given
the "what!" Fear is the reason for our hesitation. For me,
it's the fear of not being perfectly aligned with God's will. What if
God doesn't bless it? A precious friend of mine recently told me,
"You shouldn't worry so much over the specifics of God's calling
on your life. Sometimes you just have to go. If your heart is in the
right place, </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><u>God
is going to bless it</u></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">."Let's
begin with having a good opinion of God, and stop assuming His
approval of us is dependent on whether we choose to sweep the floor
or clean the tables. He is happy with what accomplishes His will,
whether it be the blue pen or the black.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">May
you be covered in His dust,</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Hanna</span></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859126953229519864.post-29175675886310075002013-03-06T19:54:00.000-08:002013-03-06T19:54:07.024-08:00Send me to Uganda (for free!)<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Click <a href="http://tinyurl.com/sendhanna">here</a> and 'like' my comment at the bottom. If my comment has the most 'likes' by March 11th, I get to go to Uganda, for free, with a ministry that I love and support! Thank you so much!</span></b></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859126953229519864.post-61189962968649162932013-01-26T12:24:00.000-08:002013-01-26T12:24:20.757-08:00The Perfecter of My Faith<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> After a year of passionately pursuing God, I am just now beginning to <i>know</i> <i>Him</i>. Little by little, He is revealing to me more of who He is...why He is...what He is. I know that in this life, I will never understand all of Him, but I trust that what He chooses to reveal to me, is much more important than what He chooses not to reveal.</span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I used to feel ashamed for not knowing how to love God...not knowing how to worship Him or even how to talk to Him. But as I become less sufficient and more dependent on His grace, the more I realize that He desires to teach me even that. It is okay for me to admit that I need His help even to love Him. It is okay for me to ask Him to remind me of His glory. He delights in revealing Himself to me. "Ask me and I will tell you remarkable secrets you do not know about things to come" (Jeremiah 33:3). He is the author and perfecter of my faith (Hebrews 12:12). How much greater, then, that I can call TO Him when I need a renewed hunger FOR Him? His grace is sufficient for me! His power is made perfect in my weakness! <u>I would rather have a love for God built by God than one built on my own imperfect efforts and flawed understanding.</u> Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weakness so that Christ' power may rest on me. </span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859126953229519864.post-65709098362384453712012-12-31T10:54:00.001-08:002013-01-26T09:41:35.083-08:00The Day I Died<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Six months after visiting Haiti, I find myself crossing a new milestone worthy of much praise. In order for anyone to understand this milestone, I'll need to take you back to exactly one year ago today. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Or at least that's how God's Word puts it. Repeatedly.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Prior to that NYE, I would have considered myself a "Christian." I believed in God. I believed that Jesus was God's son. I believed that God sent Jesus, who was both 100% God and 100% man, to die for our sins, so that we might live with God in Heaven forever and ever, amen. That's the gospel, right?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But WAIT. I said the sinner's prayer that day in church when I was 14 years old. I told God I wanted to have a relationship with His son. I was baptized for goodness sake. You know, the "wedding band" of salvation. I had publicly displayed my commitment to Christ as my Lord. Oh....wait. Lord? I guess that's the part I had signed without reading. I was what Craig Groeschel would call "A Christian Atheist:" Believing in God but living as if He doesn't exist. Or what Kyle Idleman would call a "Fan of Jesus" rather than a follower. I had bought into one of the enemy's greatest lies... a watered down gospel. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">God would gently (and at times... not-so-gently) begin to reveal this truth to me during the coming month. January was filled with a series of divine appointments... with books, sermons, people, events, and revelations, all happening at just the right time. I can't tell you why I decided to participate in my church's "21 Days of Prayer and Fasting" that would begin that next week, but I did. I can't tell you why I decided to fast alcohol, but I did. I can't tell you why I decided to commit time to prayer every day for the next 21 days, but I did. The only explanation I have is that God was with me. He had a better plan for me than I had for myself. He had plans to prosper me, to bring me hope and a future. And those plans would never have been fulfilled if I had stayed in the driver's seat. So he asked me to pull the car over and swap places with him. To stop asking Him for directions only when I though I was lost. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #fce5cd;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Matthew 7:21 says, "</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 21px;">Not everyone who says to me, 'Lord, Lord,' will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only he who does the will of my Father who is in heaven." Through this verse, God revealed to me that many people who call themselves Christians, such as myself, are devastatingly wrong. It goes on to say, "</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Many will say to me on that day, 'Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, and in your name drive out demons and perform many miracles? </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Then I will tell them plainly, 'I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoers!' " It was as if God was giving me a glimpse of my possible future, standing before him on Judgement Day, completely ready to accept his salvation and expecting to spend eternity with him, only to be found filthy in sin because I had never died to self, allowed His Son to clothe me in righteousness, and lived like I truly believed the gospel</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 21px;">. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Saved by grace is a difficult concept. And I think the enemy has done a pretty good job in tricking us into believing that it means we can live this life however we want because there is no way to earn or lose our salvation. You're getting nervous aren't you? Don't worry... I'm not about to go all "works-based" on you. Technically... that's correct. We can't </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">earn</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"> salvation. But have you read James 2:26? My point is that </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">true</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"> salvation... a </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">pure</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"> understanding of what Christ did for us....a </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">real</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"> commitment to follow Him... and a </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">genuine</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"> love for Jesus....</span><u style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"><b>will</b> change your life, will <b>never</b> be fruitless, and will <b>call</b> you to your rightful place in the passenger's seat.</u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"> A false sense of salvation is the enemy's greatest scheme.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"> </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #fce5cd; line-height: 21px;">To repent means to change your mind about something. When we change our mind about something, we behave differently regarding it. To receive the gospel with a repentant heart, We have to change our mind about ourselves and about our God. For me, I had to stop believing that I was good enough. That I didn't require a rescuer. That God would never expect me to be someone that I couldn't be. That God was fair, and it would be unfair for God to require righteousness of me when He was the only righteous one. I had to start believing the truth. That God would not be righteous if He didn't require righteousness in return from everything around Him. <u>Right can never be okay with wrong.</u> No matter how great His love is for us, it is impossible for a sinner to be in His presence. <i>That</i> is the necessity of the Cross. <i>That</i> is the truth that God revealed to me last January. <i>That</i> is what changed my mind, my heart, and my life. I stood no chance in that courtroom on Judgement Day without evidence. My evidence is this: A new heart (II Cor. 5:17), A new driver (Romans 8:14), and new works, done <i>because</i> of salvation, not <i>for</i> it (James 2:26). </span></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859126953229519864.post-23122097249807058522012-07-17T10:26:00.005-07:002012-07-18T11:41:38.443-07:00A Heart for Haiti<br />
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The Lord has brought me so far within six months of committing my life to Him, but I think He brought me the farthest during the two hour van ride from the airport in Port-au-Prince to the hotel in Grand Goave. As I observed the Haitian homes made of tarp and sticks, sheets of metal, and stacked concrete rubble pass by our van window, I listened intently as our mission guide explained the bitter truth behind the corrupt Haitian government, it's calamitous history, and why Haiti is still functioning as one of the least developed countries in the world. </div>
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My heart immediately began to break for Haiti, but even as I took in the stories of evil, corruption, and devastation, I couldn't help but notice the impeccable mountains peaking out from behind the piles of rubble and waste; the hopeful smiles on the precious Haitian children, dressed in tattered clothing and walking barefoot on the hot gravel streets; the beautifully woven cornstalk walls of the mountain churches, and the rich blue waters of the surrounding Caribbean. Haiti was the most beautiful mess I'd ever seen. The people were beautiful. Nature was remarkable. God was present.</div>
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I was reading in John on the first night before going to bed, and one verse stuck out to me. “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness can never extinguish it.” (John 1:5). This verse would be an underlying theme throughout the entire trip. Though voodoo and witchcraft were prevalent in Haiti, they were powerless to extinguish the light that was so evidently growing and taking its rightful place in authority over the darkness.</div>
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Earlier that night as we were eating dinner outside of the orphanage, we were blessed with the heartwarming sound of Haitian worship coming from the church below us. A few of us removed ourselves from the dinner table for a better listen, and we were brought to tears. We had one of our translators interpret the song for us, and I recorded it on my phone. This song served as a powerful spiritual warfare tool for me during the trip. At night, when evil would draw its sword, God faithfully brought this song to mind, and the light conquered the darkness.</div>
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Part of our trip cost was dedicated to providing a nice meal for the children we visited. Word of that traveled fast, and every place we visited nearly doubled in size with children walking up to two hours to receive a meal. It was an indescribable feeling to be able to provide a heaping plate full of rice and beans to a four-year-old and watch him eat every single bite. These children were starving, but on that day, they were filled. The pastor of one of the mountain churches we were visiting told us that he prays every day to be able to feed the children that come to him, and that we were God's answer to that prayer. He thanked us for being a blessing and told us and the children that only Jesus could move us to leave our country and come to Haiti to help them. He referred to us as “missionaries” and I felt highly honored that God was using me for that purpose. </div>
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We had a 13-year-old teammate who was accompanied by her mother on the trip. She brought extra snacks in her backpack everywhere she went so that she could pass them out to people we passed. As we were leaving one of the churches in the tap-tap, we passed by a voodoo church and were moved to pray and worship around the tree that was used for sacrifices. As we were worshipping, a very old woman approached us and lifted her hands in worship alongside of us. She did not speak our language, but she knew what we were doing and she wanted to be a part of it. When we finished worshipping, the 13-year-old handed her a snack, and the women told our translator that she had nothing to eat, but that she prayed that God would provide for her, and He sent us. God's daily provisions are so evident in a country where the people are desperate for them.</div>
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Prior to the trip, our team was concerned about the language barrier we were going to face as we tried to communicate and present the gospel to the Haitians we came in contact with. Not only did God provide for this need, but he faithfully provided us with four incredible men of God who would serve as our translators that week. It was wonderful getting to know the young men and hear their touching stories of how God has protected them, provided for them, and loved them. I asked one of our Haitian friends if he liked living in Haiti, and he responded: “If you could be inside here (pointing to his heart) you would know that I love my country.” Another friend added, “We are patriots. We would fight for this country. You have to understand that we have a different mentality than what you might have seen here. We know that we have to work to survive.” Later, I heard the second friend explaining his life to one of our teammates. He explained that it's like having two water bottles and choosing to empty one and fill one to the top. If the empty water bottle were to ask him why it wasn't filled like the other bottle, he would reply “What right do you have to question me? I will fill you when I need you to be filled, but right now I need you to be empty.” </div>
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Our guide told us the story of a church group that had visited Haiti two years ago. As they were there, they heard that a young girl was going to be sacrificed they next day. The group decided to go out and try to save the girl. The child had been sold to the witchdoctor by her mother for $15, and the pastor of the group was able to buy her back. She is now living in an orphanage and praising God for the missionaries who saved her life. </div>
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After leaving Haiti, I have kept in touch with all four of our translator friends. Their kind words have touched my heart in a much-needed time when the enemy is desperately trying to demean the value of short-term missions. One of my Haitian friends wrote, "I feel on top of the world to let you know that it was a blessing from above for you to leave your country and come help my brothers and sisters in Haiti." God has moved me to continue supporting the precious country of Haiti. If you are interested in supporting them as well, I have provided some links below.</div>
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<a href="http://www.operationworld.org/hait">Operation World</a></div>
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<a href="http://www.worldvision.org/our-work/international-work/haiti/">World Vision</a></div>
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<a href="http://www.handinhandforhaiti.com/what_we_do.html?WT.mc_id=HIHGUSPS01E1J11&WT.srch=1&utm_source=google&utm_medium=cpc&utm_term=haiti%20relief&utm_campaign=US%20-%20Aid,%20Support,%20Relief">Hand In Hand</a></div>
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<a href="http://www.unicefusa.org/work/emergencies/Haiti/?gclid=CJT1yP2kobECFQeznQodMWCtcA">Unicef</a></div>
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<a href="https://secure3.convio.net/ffp/site/Donation2?df_id=16413&16413.donation=form1&JServSessionIdr004=tr2sp9qci1.app334a">Food For the Poor</a></div>
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May you be covered in His dust,</div>
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Hanna</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0