Yesterday, I wrote of the tragedies in the Smith family. While browsing Angie's blog (whom I don't even know) I read a previous post that struck a real chord with me.
We all have broken pasts in some way, shape or form. She writes of a beautiful experience God led her through in showing her that he was in control and can heal all her brokenness. Grab a box of kleenex and read on... The Past and the Pitcher
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I read her blog and cried and cried, but the pitcher thing sounds like a really cool thin - if you put it back together. One day I may try it...
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