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Month: October 2017

somewhere new, someplace safe: life after adventure

October 21, 2017February 4, 2020 l m andersonLeave a comment

I am realizing God's workings in my life are not some circumstantial thing -- a moving of atoms to make me feel more content, happy.  They're deeper. I had felt the call of adventure and I joined the wagon train, propelled by some wild pioneer spirit lying long rested within me.  I tasted adventured and [...]

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