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the small twin engine plane flew over the beautiful green
foothills in the Shenandoah Valley, I was fascinated to watch,
as the shadow of this tiny aircraft rolled smoothly in gray
waves over the houses, schools, cars, farms and even a mail.
My thoughts were interrupted by a voice -- a still small voice
speaking softly into my heart saying, "Don't let your life
be as the shadow of this plane, as it passes over the other
peoples lives. You are my hands, feet and heart, as you come
into contact with a lost and dying world, let them know that I
have touched them through you."
Was it actually possible that the Creator of the Universe was actually
speaking to me, just an everyday housewife. As the years
have passed since that fall day in 1986, 1 have definitely
realized that God does
speak to his children . He is no
respecter of persons after all.
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