Often God has to shut a door in our face so that He can subsequently open the door through which He wants us to go.
Catherine Marshall
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
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I am a Kentucky mountain girl far from home, perhaps far from the girl years. Still, my heart longs to return to the top of Low Gap mountain and peer off into the distance; to see the hills rolling and tumbling out before me, and the wind ruffling the trees' leaves, causing them to ripple like waves in some immense pond.
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