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Monday, October 25, 2010

Talking to my Father

Ray Stedman, author of "Talking with my Father", equated Jesus' prayer life to breathing.
It just came natural to him.
He never stopped doing it.
He couldn't live without it.
It gave him life and helped give life to others.
So, why do I reach for the temporal, false stuff,
That only bring me death?
November 2009 at

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