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Fear It is a very small demon. It is a tiny monster, that never stops chewing on; anything it can get. It is the one that hides, and comes home with you. It hops on while you are; at the market, the post office, work, school and even and/or at church. Listening to gossip, overthinking the unimportant, and by being unfocused on the big... picture! God walks with all of us. Right beside us in the storm. Lien on Him. Talk to Him. He is listening. Angels around you. Angels around your family. Stronger than all others, soldiers for the King. Love each other unrelentingly. Hold each other high. Give the names of all you love, to God in the sky! Rain down drops of hope, eliminate all dispair. Let the saints know, in their hearts... ever that You, are THERE!

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Date: 7/17/2021 2:26:00 PM
This beautiful... The poem is inspiring. Fear indeed is a threat to us, but we need to trust in God.
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Date: 3/18/2020 10:17:00 AM
Our prayers will be in unity , if we do lean on Him. Talk to Him, and He is truly listening and his soldiers will guard us. Well said, Ann, hope you are well. Hugs Eve
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Date: 3/18/2020 12:12:00 AM
Fear will always make us weak.. No need to fear, let us do all the necessary precautions.. Nice poem.. I was wondering why you were not seen for days.. Takecare..
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Date: 3/17/2020 3:07:00 PM
such an excellent inspirational write my friend... prayers that we all get through this... scary times for sure... hugs and blessings!
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Date: 3/17/2020 3:24:00 PM
This will pass. Close your doors, but do not fear. The night is guarded by Him. Angels at your door... and all those that you love... Hugs. Ann

Book: Reflection on the Important Things