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	<title>Comments on: Daily Thought - July 7th, 2006 - Your Will Be Done</title>
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 		<title>Comment on Daily Thought - July 7th, 2006 - Your Will Be Done by: AmberCook</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Jul 2006 15:22:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Hey. We haven't talked in like forever. Do you remember that one song we sang in children's church after Hillary died? The one by Wayne Watson? I will keep you in my prayers. I remember what it felt like when my Great Grandmother died. I was at camp when she did. Sometimes God gives you little things to think back on and laugh. For my great grandmother, it was grits and the way I found out she died. My mom was watching a neighbor kid when she went to pick me up from the church. I asked her how grandma was doing. Sean stopped drinking his soda, looked at me and said Oh she died and went back to drinking his soda. I didn't find it funny then, but looking back now, I do. Oh, she died, but I will see her again. She is just in a MUCH BETTER place than I am right now. Well, you are in my prayers and I hope that all goes well. TTYL.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>Hey. We haven&#8217;t talked in like forever. Do you remember that one song we sang in children&#8217;s church after Hillary died? The one by Wayne Watson? I will keep you in my prayers. I remember what it felt like when my Great Grandmother died. I was at camp when she did. Sometimes God gives you little things to think back on and laugh. For my great grandmother, it was grits and the way I found out she died. My mom was watching a neighbor kid when she went to pick me up from the church. I asked her how grandma was doing. Sean stopped drinking his soda, looked at me and said Oh she died and went back to drinking his soda. I didn&#8217;t find it funny then, but looking back now, I do. Oh, she died, but I will see her again. She is just in a MUCH BETTER place than I am right now. Well, you are in my prayers and I hope that all goes well. TTYL.
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