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a beautiful day

Last night as I laid my head on my pillow, I smiled at the beautiful day with which I had been blessed. Slightly annoyed at myself for not taking pictures, I quickly let that go so it would not spoil the memories of time with my friends on a sunshine-filled, warm winter day.
Having no new pictures to share, I have gone to the archives to retrieve photos from the times and experiences in which our friendships were first being formed.  There is really nothing like those moments anyway...the good, the bad, and the ugly moments as you learn how to work with one another and to pray for one another.  At the end of the day, one sees how God has once again orchestrated a beautiful thing in allowing your paths to cross.
The laughter and the tears make the trip down memory lane one to cherish for a lifetime.

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