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NOT JUST FOR MAN

NOT JUST FOR MAN

Can your Father hold you in the Palm of his hand?

Could he protect you when the Storm comes?

When your World crashes down and once isn't enough for the plan he has for you...

​​​​​​After you rebuild it...

You moved your stuff in...

You were on your way for you to move in very soon...

Oops...

Well, that's good I wasn't in there that time either...

I wasn't there at all...

Something took longer than planned...

If everything had gone smoothly that day...

This would have definitely been a different Story, if at all...

sparrowsong

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Bernadete van d...

Some regret here. I hope the calm after the storm brings peace. Β BΒ 

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sparrowsong

Hello Bernadete...

Regret is the rope the enemy attaches to hold you back...

Forgive, Cut it and...

Let it drop...

Give thanks...

​​​​​​Keep walking...

Smile and sing your favorite tune...

If you're outside...

Listen...

Nature loves to sing along...

Thank you for your kind comment and support...

lovely bird 😊

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sparrowsong

Forgive...

You forgive it all including yourself...

​​​​​Beep Beep...

It's just a Test...

You can pass...

If I can...

Anyone can...

πŸ€—

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