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When Trouble Comes, Sing!






When you are going through a hard time how easy is it for you to praise God, especially in song?  I find this hard to do!  That's what I'm talkin' about at Women Walking With Jesus today.  Please visit me there and let me know what you think!  Click here

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  1. Joyful in His PresenceSeptember 5, 2014 at 6:05 AM

    What a blessing it was to read here today, Mary. Anytime I am out in a vehicle and there is something that causes me to tense up this song arises from within me...not something I really do consciously..."Thank you, Lord, for saving my soul" I can actually feel my tense muscles begin to relax!

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  2. Mevely317September 6, 2014 at 1:20 PM

    So true, Mary!
    Whether an olden well-loved hymn or a fragment from 60's rock, when we release our voices, the (physical) transformation is pretty amazing.

    PS - Did you ladies ever get your steak dinner?

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  3. ButtercupSeptember 8, 2014 at 11:59 AM

    So glad you stopped over to visit. We both love pink, Myra -- what a honey -- and friendship. Please come and visit often and I am your latest follower.

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