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Faith

Faith found me on the red stairs of the first home I remember. I looked up at the slanted ceiling and asked Jesus into my heart. No one walked me through the process. I knew confession, asking, and believing were the keys I needed to enter His presence forever.

Have I wavered in my faith?

In Him? No.

In others? Eventually, yes. With everyone.

No one is like Him.

He is to the five-year-old me what He will be to the soon-forty-five-year-old me.

He has been my constant companion through my forty years of desert.

He will be with me when I reach the edge of the Promised Land.

Only He can walk me through it.

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From A-Z Author Book Reader and Reviewer Christian Diligent Editor Faith-based Giant-in-stature Home Educator Intuitive Java-Enthusiast Knitter Labrador Retriever Owner Mother of Three Boys Note-Taker Organizer Poet Quiet Moments (a rare commodity!) RV Camping Singer in Church Choir T U Violist Wife of My High School Sweetheart X Yarn-Lover (the wool kind and the story kind) Z

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