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Snowbound, yet nourished by Love
At the height of one of the snowstorms that battered New England this winter, a package appeared on our front doorstep. It was soon buried in snow, and I was cautious about going out to retrieve it since opening the door was not an easy feat! What could it be?
While confined indoors, my wife and I had been handling wardrobe clutter and sorting piles of yellowing documents. Among the papers we were clearing, my wife found a church bulletin from a few years back. It showed the words of the solo to be sung that day, pointing out that the soloist had written both words and music. These lines immediately grabbed our attention:
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