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"It is God to whom and with whom we travel, and while He is the end of our journey, He is also at every stopping place" Elisabeth Elliot
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About Me
- L.
- I want to share my riches that can't be counted, my freedom that can't be shackled, my happiness that will never be dimmed by tears. Because every nation has it's own poverty. Every person has his own bondage. Every heart has a sorrow to bear.
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