I Have Been Blessed.

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Y'all, I've just came upon a glorious conclusion. Not really a conclusion I guess, as I knew this before today, but maybe I'm just now realizing it fully. 

I just received a precious and sweet e-card from a dear friend. Followed by a super sweet email from another special friend. (Not mentioning any names, but y'all know. *wink*) 

I am just so blessed, y'all. So very blessed. I have did nothing to deserve either of this lovely ladies, or any of my other in-person or online friends. 

And yet God has gifted each and everyone of them to me. <3 It's precious, y'all. I'm so very blessed. 



*hugs everyone* I've got writing to do, but I just had to share this feeling that's on my heart right now. Have a blessed day all, and remember that it's the little things that matter. <3

~Faith

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  1. RebekahAshleighDecember 31, 2016 at 11:26 AM

    Thanks for sharing what was on your heart, Faith! :) I also feel so very blessed by the friends and family that I have. :)

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    1. Faith P.December 31, 2016 at 11:52 AM

      Thank you for reading!! I'm so thankful for you! <3

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