Overwhelmed??

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When there seems no way out, look up.


Psalm 121:1-2 
I will life up mine eyes unto the hills, 
from whence cometh my help.  
My help cometh from the Lord, 
which made heaven and earth.

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  1. Our Family for His GloryOctober 25, 2010 at 7:35 PM

    That is beautiful! The perfect picture for that verse! :) Psalm 121:2 was our girls memory verse this week, so I will have to show them this picture!
    Jessica

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