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8/22/2021 Where hope abounds life can be lived to its fullest.

Where hope abounds we look up to our Helper rather than down at our troubles.

Hope can live even in the midst of darkest despair.

This is an entry from my Hope Journal which helps me have hope, beyond hope.

 

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