Future Signs
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Flinging off robes of evening, dressing and going to church on a hazy Sunday morning.
Praying, lighting candles, asking God to please send help in this desperate situation, I've found myself in.
Walking quietly down the aisle towards the altar, seeing my Lord standing there before me, giving me a sign of future answers being given.
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