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... he is the one writing the story.
As the days wane in life, I am striving to be content sitting on the curb and simply wanting to be in the presence of the Lord. If I have him, I have everything I need. In his presence there is joy forevermore!
Come what may or come what must
even a drop in the ocean finds its course
when it finally learns how to trust. ~JW
Let all that I am wait quietly before God,
for my hope is in him.
... more houses, shops, and other buildings in the vicinity.
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... southwest on it. I only knew it was gravel from OpenStreetMap - Google Maps has it marked as a thinner white line but this does not indicate at least to me that it's going to be a gravel road. Anyway, so it was with a bit of trepidation that I set off from Kitrelli after telling my friends where I was heading via Whatsapp just as a precaution. I didn't know quite how high, or cold I'd get but the fact that the mountains either side ...
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... Every-night, without fail I sat amongst locals and gratefully stuffed down tasty food, a glass of cay repeatedly topped up by the youngest member. When I stopped in towns a crowd of curious Turks would surround Allan and I as I awkwardly chewed on bread, squeezing a tyre or thigh to see if we were up to the job. People were amazed at my blue eyes and would stare at me from inches away and then call a friend over to have a look. I didn't enjoy ...