"What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest friend, For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end? O make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be,Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to Thee."
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Each day holds its own grace. And God makes everything beautiful in His time.
About Me
- pamela
- After three years in Nicaragua, I am back in Texas to pursue an MA in Latin American studies.
Friends & Favorite Reads
- Against the Windowpane
- Alan and Beth
- Andrea's Blog
- Brie in NYC
- Buy Nica!
- Compartiendo Vida
- Daily Spill
- Erik Twist
- Facebook me!
- First Presbyterian Church
- Food for the Hungry
- Google News
- My FH Site
- Nicaragua News
- Obama for America
- Parker Mom
- Paul Soupiset
- Slate Magazine
- Sojourners
- Something Like That
- Visit Nicaragua!
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