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available in union with Him.  He IS the gospel.  He IS the good news.
          My  life  has  been  exchanged  for  His  as  a  river  of  eternal  Living
          Water…


                 John  4:39,  “From  that  city  many  of  the  Samaritans
          believed in Him because of the word of the woman who testified,
          “He told me all the things that I have done.


                                            Amen





              Several days after Fred went home with  Jesus, I took an early
                    morning walk through my “Enchanted Forest”…..
                         Jesus Loves Me This I Know


                   My friendly path  led me today to a place where there was a
           bright opening in the woods.  Feeling led to raise my arms, I swirled
           around in circles, praising our Lord for His freedom I know is yours
           now; no more sick body, worldly heaviness and excess baggage.  He
                         sets the captives free; Yes, free indeed!

                  In the still, quiet windless-ness of that place I’m startled by a
            crackle and snap.  The tree I  gaze up into suddenly releases a twig
           which is followed by a pine cone or two.  Several drops of dew touch
                        my face.  “Okay,” I say, “I’m here Lord.”

                      Gently, oh so gently from the bright canopy of trees –
             gracefully, lightly descending, I watch a single tiny white feather
           down.  I’m struck by its virtual weightlessness, somehow falling, yet,
             somehow being carried.  Stepping off the path and going toward
           where I think it will land, in plenty of time to capture it, it suddenly
                                     just isn’t there.

                  I glance over again to the tree which reveals that it’s actually
           two trees growing from one trunk.  One of them is slightly larger.  I
          feel you.  “The two shall become one,” resonates within me.  A jogger
           doesn’t seem to care, and neither do I, that I’m embracing a tree.  A
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