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There was a sliding door and the breeze flowing through was delicious. I walked over to it and felt the relief bathing me. My wife looked back to see me with my hands raised and an rapturous look on my face. She did a double take. I'm not known for raising my hands in a church service.
But I was, hands high above my head, not because I was lost in the singing. I was just airing out my pits. It was ecstasy!
1 comment:
haha! Sometimes those cool breezes are all you need in order to know that God is Love. :)
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