I go walking, and the hills loom above me, range upon range, one against the other. I cannot tell where one begins and another leaves off. But when I talk with God He lifts me up where I can see clearly, where everything has a distinct contour.
Contributed by: Zaady
We live in the present, we dream of the future and we learn eternal truths from the past.
We write our own destiny . . . we become what we do.
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