For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 There is a time to write and a time to pray. Sometimes they interlock, but not today. It is the time to focus on a beautiful girl who needs to come home. Who needs to know how much she is loved. So, this is all I leave you with, Day 28. (edited/...and found) pray and pray and pray
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Joanie
10/29/2015 02:22:22 pm
One time (summer or 2003) I wrote every day for 30 minutes, for 6 weeks. It was an amazing time.
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