400 Sleepless Nights

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I’m calling on the worn-out, tired, hurried souls.  I have a story for you.  In between laundry and dishes, ABC’s and 123’s, it was carefully crafted in the deep places of my heart.  

On a search for worth and meaning a young woman, wife, mama, daughter, friend, found herself one dark night in a puddle of quiet sobs. Huddled over a sleepless baby in a big blue chair, face and eyes ruddy from the flow of feelings, she found herself at the glorious feet of Jesus.  

But I’m getting ahead of myself.  Let’s start at the very beginning, since after all, it is a very good place to start.

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