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	<title>Comments on: Psalm 18</title>
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	<description>Witty brilliance from the lovely Bride of Martinstein</description>
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		<title>By: Helen Martin&#8217;s Blog &#187; Blog Archive &#187; The Poor Will Save Us</title>
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		<dc:creator>Helen Martin&#8217;s Blog &#187; Blog Archive &#187; The Poor Will Save Us</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Apr 2010 12:17:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] brilliance from the lovely Bride of Martinstein     &#171; Psalm 18  Blue Heart Blessings [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Luann</title>
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		<dc:creator>Luann</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2008 14:20:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Helen,
You are a beautiful picture of grace.  I will never forget the anguish I saw the first time I met you.  Your furrowed brow, the panic-stricken words, the shaky hands told a story of a woman racked with worry.  And yet as we prayed together, the Prince of Peace soothed your tired soul.  And we danced!  Spinning with you is a memory I will hold forever in my mind.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Don't you know that He knew the days would come when you would dance for joy?  He knew that you would turn your fears upside down with His mighty power?  He knew that your voice would bless so many with praise to Him?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You my sweet sister, bless me daily.  Please call me when you are in the area next week and we will try to spin!  Email me and I will give you my cell number.
In His grip,
Luann&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Helen,<br />
You are a beautiful picture of grace.  I will never forget the anguish I saw the first time I met you.  Your furrowed brow, the panic-stricken words, the shaky hands told a story of a woman racked with worry.  And yet as we prayed together, the Prince of Peace soothed your tired soul.  And we danced!  Spinning with you is a memory I will hold forever in my mind.</p>
<p>Don&#8217;t you know that He knew the days would come when you would dance for joy?  He knew that you would turn your fears upside down with His mighty power?  He knew that your voice would bless so many with praise to Him?</p>
<p>You my sweet sister, bless me daily.  Please call me when you are in the area next week and we will try to spin!  Email me and I will give you my cell number.<br />
In His grip,<br />
Luann</p>
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