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"But encourage one another daily, as long as it is called Today, 
so that none of you may be hardened by sin’s deceitfulness. 
We have come to share in Christ if we hold firmly till the end the confidence we had at first."
Hebrews 3:13-14

There is one remaining day in Alaska for me.  Hoping and praying it will be the best one yet even though they have all been wonderful to this point.
While I have wanted to keep a consistency on posting my days' events, it has come down to having begun several drafts and posting too few in completion.
In Alaska this summer one can be assured that there were...
New memories made.
Old memories shared.
Lives changed.
My heart broken.
Big smiles and hugs given.
Tears shed.
Friends' laughter echoing through walls.
Christ accepted.
People befriended.
Hope restored.
And so much more...

Jesus did many other things as well. If every one of them were written down,
I suppose that even the whole world would not have room for the books that would be written. 
John 21:25

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