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That's a good idea, Phil, to change it to the Sound of God. AFter all, it
aint morning now! hehehehehe1 Seriously, I think that's a great title!
this reminds me of a story I passed along some time ago, about a premature
baby girl who could not be held by her parents. The mother asked God to
look out for her. then, when the girl was 5 years old, she and her mother
went to a ball game, where it began to rain. The girl made the same comment
a couple of times, maybe about the air smelling like rain, or something else
about it, I don't remember. She then said in effect, "that's what God
smelled like when I laid on His chest."
Sharon
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