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May 2016
I’ve spent too much time  wandering aimlessly stuck here in the sand in this dry and lonely desert land.
  Rise up these dry bones and bring me to the streams of living water where I may drink and thirst no more and may my soul be restored.
  Lift up these dry bones out of the mire. I pray to be placed somewhere much higher. I will surrender my hand to you so I may finally leave this desert land.   Then I  can be placed  on the mountaintop. Where you will rise me up and breathe life into my dry bones. There I will shout praises, dance, and sing.  The healing and restoration will be complete as I trade in my sickness and brokenness for your joy.  I will rest beside the still waters within your promised land.
Ann M Johnson
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Ann M Johnson  Minnesota ( A Small Pop?)
(Minnesota ( A Small Pop?))   
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