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Springs in the Desert


Springs in the desert.  That’s what you’ve given me LORD.  In this dry and lingering season, You have been so kind, so faithful, to refresh me along the way.  It seems I’ve been here quite a long while, though You’ve been with me each and every day.  In the midst of this desert place, when I am most alone and weary, I hear You say "I see" "I know" and Your tender, intimate graces confirm it – springs in the desert.  These are truly refreshment for my soul, encouragements to endure.  Gifts only an intimate, loving God can give. Unwrap-able, yet powerful to energize with new life, even change the course a life.  These are good gifts, from a good Father and I am so very grateful.  Thank You Dad!
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  1. UnknownAugust 2, 2016 at 7:26 AM

    Praising our LORD alongside you! He does see... He does know... He does allow tough circumstances...

    But He will NEVER leave us and He WILL provide springs in the desert.

    Thank you for your transparency.

    You are LOVED!

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  2. UnknownAugust 2, 2016 at 7:42 AM

    Amen, my friend. Amen

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  3. UnknownAugust 2, 2016 at 7:42 AM

    Amen, my friend. Amen

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  4. UnknownAugust 3, 2016 at 5:26 PM

    As always thank you for your tender heart

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  5. UnknownAugust 3, 2016 at 5:26 PM

    As always thank you for your tender heart

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