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I long for my home

I hate this feeling…it just sucks. I can’t wait until God will wipe away every tear from my eye and just hold me in his arms.

Maybe my gut instinct was right, maybe I needed to take this leap anyway. Who knows?

Either way the pain is the same and it just sucks.

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9 thoughts on “I long for my home

  1. Yes, I AM sorry for your pain and your frustration and the great unknown in your life right now, but I’m also eager to find out what the Lord has in store for you throughout this whole ordeal. I’m praying…..and when I say “I’m praying,” it’s not just a bunch of words; it’s from the heart.

  2. re: your visit to my xanga…..the shore is a term I’ve picked up from my husband, a “Joisey” boy. That’s what them thar Yankees call it. Remember, I was raised in Ft. Lauderdale…at heart, it’s still the “beach” to me, too. Besides, we southern Floridians say anything north of Lake Okeechobee is either Alabama or Georgia, not true Florida. hahaha

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