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The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside quiet waters. He restores my soul; He guides me in the paths of righteousness, For His name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You have anointed my head with oil; My cup overflows. Surely goodness and lovingkindness will follow me all the days of my life, And I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever. Psalm 23

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Story of the Cinnabon...

A few months ago my dear friend Nancy and I made a trip to get a Cinnabon. And it was glorious - the warm, ooey-gooey cinnamon, the icing, the soft bread... and then it was sad all at the same time. I think the pictures will explain the event....















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  1. MooresvillianOctober 9, 2011 at 8:00 AM

    Oh, but that good feeling in your stomach makes up for it.

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