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Blogger is up, and i get to post.  Close enough to the weekend though, that most
people don’t really care.  Readership and posting goes way down friday through
sunday evening around this neighborhood.

As i have been posting over the years, i have found it’s not different from any other
way that i get to know people and like them, and then have, at some point, a parting.
Yet, as i think of this, and how i can miss those that i grow fond of, i think of how i
have been blessed to have been allowed to meet them in the first place.

Opening my heart is a bittersweet operation.  But, there’s no sweet without bitter.
And God’s grace is enough, and greater than the bitterness.  And the open heart He
fills with His sweet peace.

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There’s a world of trouble
Trying to take its turn 
I can hear it shaking underground
 
And half a dozen lessons
I might never learn 
Not until them troubles come around
 
But there’s only one and only
Who could go and leave me lonely 

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