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I was a mere child,
trying desperatly to find acceptance. I was lost in a crazy world, searching for so much more. I found a place to rest beyond the world of flesh and bone. I found someone who sent me an invitation to welcome me home. Her guiding hand led me to a place where I never have to be alone. She understood my internal battles because they are also her own. Now, today is her day - this isn't about me. Let's take time to reflect on all she has lifted us to be. The encouragment and prayers, the awards and gps and a special big thanks for all of her great deeds. There's not many you can find to compare to her love. I guess the biggest thank you is to the Lord above for creating such an angel we were all in need of. After the raging flood, she is our morning dove. Thank you, Stacy.
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