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February 03, 2011


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Leslie K

I agree!

Kelle said, "It consumed me for the rest of the day and well into the night. I whispered his name, prayed for his family, closed my eyes and tried to will peace into their brokenness. You hear of these things on the news. The news--where real little boys who belong to people you know are safe in their homes playing video games and being kissed by their mamas. But I know this family. And the looming truth of Sometimes Bad Things Happen to Good People made me feel stifled and afraid."

She went home and enjoyed her blessings, and why shouldn't she? There's absolutely no guarantee that they'll be there tomorrow.


I agree as well, Kim.

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