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When the Tent Falls, the Spirit Stands
I’ve given up my spot in line more times than I can count. I’ve watched the proud climb while I waited. But my soul? It’s still mine. And even when my home crumbled and my strength faded, I remembered I’m not home yet. This world is not my reward. My spirit belongs to the Lord.

Michele Renee
Aug 6, 20254 min read
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