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	<title>Comments on: False Labor</title>
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	<description>inexhaustible hope for inexpressible pain</description>
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		<title>By: Peggy Shearon</title>
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		<dc:creator>Peggy Shearon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 14:56:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m still weeping over this blog.   So many times I am selfish to my earthly needs and desires.   Through your encouragement I&#039;m  reminded again of a greater need, a greater joy and Greater LIFE;  in fulness with HIM.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m still weeping over this blog.   So many times I am selfish to my earthly needs and desires.   Through your encouragement I&#8217;m  reminded again of a greater need, a greater joy and Greater LIFE;  in fulness with HIM.</p>
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		<title>By: Barbara Scott</title>
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		<dc:creator>Barbara Scott</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2009 14:16:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Cynthia, your essay captures the essence of birth into eternity. When my mother was dying, my sister and I each held one of her hands, coaching her. We told her that she was in labor pains, but that soon, our Lord would be there to greet her in her new body. No more pain. No more tears. Only joy. It was the hardest thing I&#039;ve ever done, and yet it was one of the most special times of my life. The struggle of this life was soon over as she took her last breath, but the next one, I know, was taken in heaven...and the Lord and my Dad were there to meet her.

Grace and peace be unto you, dear one.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Cynthia, your essay captures the essence of birth into eternity. When my mother was dying, my sister and I each held one of her hands, coaching her. We told her that she was in labor pains, but that soon, our Lord would be there to greet her in her new body. No more pain. No more tears. Only joy. It was the hardest thing I&#8217;ve ever done, and yet it was one of the most special times of my life. The struggle of this life was soon over as she took her last breath, but the next one, I know, was taken in heaven&#8230;and the Lord and my Dad were there to meet her.</p>
<p>Grace and peace be unto you, dear one.</p>
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