every day I stand at the window and looked out garden. something different to trees, small and medium. that night it rained so I woke up, I get out of bed and stand out. I want to open the door to getthe falling drops of water inspired hand. but strong winds should I not open that stand.in the absence of night I hear the little bird is calling for, his voice shaking and perhaps it's fear. the mother bird said as encouragement and House rules bird courage and trust in their parents.in life there are many time I fear. I'm afraid of the dark and fear of many different types. I feel the Lord is in my sidebar, who stood there in silence. Naturally I put hand to whoever but God, the invisible and mysterious, however I believe I have People there to protect me. I'm dogma an ostrich: faith sure I felt the things I don't see.
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