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	<title>Comments on: God speaks many languages</title>
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		<title>By: Mercy</title>
		<link>http://meredithefken.com/blog/2006/11/16/womens-voices/god-speaks-many-languages/#comment-1074</link>
		<dc:creator>Mercy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Nov 2006 14:28:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My wish is that we can ALL stop and see these blessings.
It's a blessing to be aware and see God's glory.  I love that he opens my eyes to these hugs and confirmations of his love.  My cup overflows...praise him...hallelujah!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My wish is that we can ALL stop and see these blessings.<br />
It&#8217;s a blessing to be aware and see God&#8217;s glory.  I love that he opens my eyes to these hugs and confirmations of his love.  My cup overflows&#8230;praise him&#8230;hallelujah!</p>
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		<title>By: Angela</title>
		<link>http://meredithefken.com/blog/2006/11/16/womens-voices/god-speaks-many-languages/#comment-987</link>
		<dc:creator>Angela</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Nov 2006 04:47:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dear Vasthi,

Some days I get up feeling sad and thinking my life has no meaning(you know why). Since my apartment is in the back, I don't know how dark or bright it is outside.  But as soon as I get out and I see it's a sunny day, I feel God is telling me how wonderful it's to be alive and how thankful I should be that he chose me and gave me the opportunity to get to know Him, the Lord, who created the sun that kisses me and makes me feel alive. All of a sudden I start smiling, singing and thanking Him for all His wonderful creations and for allowing me to enjoy another beautiful day. Angela</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Vasthi,</p>
<p>Some days I get up feeling sad and thinking my life has no meaning(you know why). Since my apartment is in the back, I don&#8217;t know how dark or bright it is outside.  But as soon as I get out and I see it&#8217;s a sunny day, I feel God is telling me how wonderful it&#8217;s to be alive and how thankful I should be that he chose me and gave me the opportunity to get to know Him, the Lord, who created the sun that kisses me and makes me feel alive. All of a sudden I start smiling, singing and thanking Him for all His wonderful creations and for allowing me to enjoy another beautiful day. Angela</p>
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		<title>By: Zila</title>
		<link>http://meredithefken.com/blog/2006/11/16/womens-voices/god-speaks-many-languages/#comment-949</link>
		<dc:creator>Zila</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Nov 2006 18:32:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is how I feel when I walk out of the house in the morning for school. I leave so early it's still dark out. As I walk to the train the sun starts to rise and I can see the clouds give way to warm beams of light. It's beautiful. In those moments. I remember that like the song says "there is a God who loves me, who wraps me in his arms." Kinda cool. Love ya mom!
~Z</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is how I feel when I walk out of the house in the morning for school. I leave so early it&#8217;s still dark out. As I walk to the train the sun starts to rise and I can see the clouds give way to warm beams of light. It&#8217;s beautiful. In those moments. I remember that like the song says &#8220;there is a God who loves me, who wraps me in his arms.&#8221; Kinda cool. Love ya mom!<br />
~Z</p>
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		<title>By: Carrie Turansky</title>
		<link>http://meredithefken.com/blog/2006/11/16/womens-voices/god-speaks-many-languages/#comment-912</link>
		<dc:creator>Carrie Turansky</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Nov 2006 16:22:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi Vasthi,  I loved this post. I also enjoy walking out my door and hearing from the Lord through His voice in creation.  It's great to know that even in the busy city...you get to see His wonders and hear from Him like that. Carrie</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Vasthi,  I loved this post. I also enjoy walking out my door and hearing from the Lord through His voice in creation.  It&#8217;s great to know that even in the busy city&#8230;you get to see His wonders and hear from Him like that. Carrie</p>
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