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Not Broken!

Hurricanes have stumbled upon us, earthquakes have shaken our very souls, and fires have burned our hopes. In a time of brokenness and pain, we frantically search for something to hold on to, something to grasp. We are all hanging by threads that become more and more fragile the more we cling to them. Above the uproar of waves of frantic people, and under the terrible skies of darkness and devastation, we still cling to faith, we hope against hope, we triumphantly get up when we fear we have no strength left. We rebuild our walls even if they have been torn down hundreds of times. We persevere even when we can't see our goal. This is the true spirit of faith, hope, and the undying flame of unquenchable joy.

Although many of us have suffered many burdensome losses, we know it is not the end. With renewed vigor we will press on, and with help form the One above, we will keep running the good race! We may be shaken, but we are not broken.


Keep up the faith!

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