hereoisreal
Posts: 745 Joined: Feb. 2006
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Shortly after I purchased my "rock of all ages" shown back on page six, I was sitting on my porch up in the mountains of North Carolina before daylight, thinking about it. I said, "God, my rock is so unique, but I wouldn't want bus loads of people coming by to file through my living room just to see it." In the summer, we live way back on a small, winding road which is not visible from our house through the trees. Rarely do we have any large vehicles passing by and none before daybreak. Just then, I heard the sound of, what seemed to me, a Greyhound bus coming up the mountain.
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Great news. God’s wife is pregnant! (Rev. 12:5) It's not over till the fat lady sings! (Isa. 54:1 & Zec 9:9)
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