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There are days when I feel completely lonely. No matter the conversations I have with others, I feel like I’m living in a different world, listening but not connecting with them.

When I lived in Uganda, the kiddos I taught painted me this mural, filled with each of their handprints.. coming back to the States I have friends put their hands on the walls as well.

This helps on the days feeling uttering lost and lonely, that all these people have cared for me, wether in the present or in the past.

God specifically placed each of these individuals in my life, and I can always go to sleep, knowing that God spent meticulous time creating each of us, knowing every person that would come along our life to impact us.

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