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I could hardly contain my happiness. It was a reprieve, a time of relief, and a moment of mercy.
That is the hardest pill to swallow. I think of this and I cry, then I get mad, and finally I trust in God.
Do I allow my body to conform and give up? Or do I choose a different path?
“Like my tattoo – the memory will always be there, an image burned just under the skin”
personal anecdotes on keeping faith, hope, and love during life’s most challenging times
Org charts don’t build thriving teams - you do!
Stuff That Needs To Be Said
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Embracing God's Grace
by Lize Bard
personal anecdotes on keeping faith, hope, and love during life’s most challenging times
Org charts don’t build thriving teams - you do!
Stuff That Needs To Be Said