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Sunday, August 14th, 2005. The day that seemed to never come only to pounce upon my life without warning. I began to cry as I saw my girls on stage doing their drama from Brasil. The drama itself was emotional, understandably, but there was something more tugging at my heart. I sat watching the congregation that surrounded me and felt such a love from a family that has taught me so much over the last 13 years. I am leaving my family and I am going into a sea of new faces, new opportunities, and inevitably new valleys. I am excited, scared, anxious, terrified, estatic.
God makes the path so why should I worry about the steps I take?
God makes the path so why should I worry about the steps I take?