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{no longer terrified}

Who knew mere flesh and bone could feel like gates too high for man to scale, walls too firm for an army to penetrate. He’s like a fire that keeps me warm, he’s like armor protecting me from attack, he’s like a lantern leading me through the dark. When I fall into his arms, I …

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On his Heels.

Today I learned about drafting. No. Not drafting as in writing a paper. Not drafting as far as being enlisted in the military. Drafting when it comes to running. Perhaps those of you who are athletic have heard about this technique. In aerodynamics, drafting is when two moving objects align in a close group, reducing …

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{the roadmap}

All I had was a destination.All I sought was a roadmap to guide me.Yet even roadmaps aren’t simple and clear.A thousand ways, no guarantees. I could enjoy the ride on the scenic route. I could speed it up, take the interstate,follow some other impatient travelers, go on the fast lane, steady and straight.Or I could …

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Grace undercover.

I remember the day that I found out that sun is still there, even when you can’t see it. I was probably around 4 or 5 and the reality boggled my little mind. “Even when it’s raining?” I asked my Mom. “Even when its night time?”“Yes.” was her reply. “WOOOOWW….”The next time it was cloudy, …